Can you keep an intense Thursday pug secret?
Sometimes at night, when no one is around,
I slip into the corner of the kitchen, and inhale
the crumbs on the floor that trickled out of the cheeto bag.
When everyone wakes up, I mysteriously have orange
on my face.
"What are you talking about I say?
The color orange doesn't even exist.
You must be seeing things. Perhaps you
are overwhelmed by the heat."
I have no shame. I am a sexy rescue.
There is no time for shame, only fun.
What is everyone going to be doing
for the 4th of July Weekend?