Glück in the New Yorker

From "A Village Life," by Louise Glück in the New Yorker:
On Sundays I walk my neighbor's dog
so she can go to church to pray for her sick mother.
That is one talented dog.
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On Sundays I walk my neighbor's dog
so she can go to church to pray for her sick mother.
5 comments:
As a snarky blogger-poet-critic myself, I live for ambiguities like this.
I knew my mom was right: Spot IS in heaven!
So does satire imply an intention by the author? I mean how else could one read this? So bad it's good. Maybe.
& her mother's one sick bitch
i thought same thing! and i cringed so hard i cracked my neck.
but it was worth it, for that AWESOME praying dog graphic. pls make tee shirts.
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