Chao-chao spots her master Dominick in the bath,
and by the time he shouts: 'No, Chao-chao! Stay!'
the die has been cast. Chao-chao is an origami-
papernese crossbreed, rare as mercy on a Tory.
Dominick dashes bollocko through the apartment,
his genitals nodding in the attitude
of an oleaginous quisling. He drapes Chao-chao
over the radiator; her white coat
glistens like the skin of a mackerel.
And yes, she lives,
after a fashion - a streak of frozen lightning,
a flicker at the nightstand,
weaving in and out of legs.
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