Living at the office building

You're delirious on fresh snow at 3 am in a quiet city because orange street lamps cook you like microwaves and you think about every ass-kissing you did to people but the dog is happy he's sampling sludge so you say no to his watery eyes and you lead him away from the intersection and cameras into shades of trees and around the corner came a fucking cop SUV with red and blue headlights and the dog senses something before he's yanked in the neck because you've taken off running

in the sludge and you're running with Crocs and slip and the dog's like fuck yeah we haven't run in months but you see cops pull up and stick a dog grasper on your perfectly calm dog and take it to the ground and you hear shouting for you to stop resisting and they get your phone number and ID and address and the last time you see your dog was it being dragged onto their car all because a dog-owner let his rottweiler bite a kid in the capital and "they" decided all big dogs are hazards even at 3 am in a snowed-in city with fucking nobody around.