Loki
by Betsy Mars
What
makes me so happy
about the
way a dog laps water
from the
dish? Tongue slapping
liquid,
and once quenched,
the
excess flowing over slack lips,
the floor
slick with spit. Loki grins,
black
nose gleaming, triple dipped.
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Betsy Mars is a southern California poet who is in
a perpetual battle with change – finally coming to some kind of a truce, and at
times even love and acceptance. She is an educator, mother, animal lover, and
over-excited traveler. Her poetry has been published in a number of places,
both online and in print, most recently in Sheila-Na-Gig,
The Ekphrastic Review, and Red Wolf
Journal. Writing has given her a means to explore her preoccupation with
mortality and her evolving sense of self.
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