Have A Heart

One friend suggests cheese
instead of peanut butter.
Someone else swears by dog food
which also
doesn’t work.
Packing to leave for a long weekend—
I pry open the Hav-A-Hart,
dump the uneaten kibble in the trash
and prop the empty trap
Open
on the kitchen floor
to prove to myself
that I do.

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