carving the cheese

his chin is rough. the whiskers all jumping in unison to the rhythm of his continual throat clearing. he doesn't say much; he feeds his dog cheetos while he sits out on the stoop- carving away at whatever stick or log he can find. methodically whittling them to nothing, sometimes that dog eats the shavings.

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