there are houses
in which beautiful women exist
and the hounds sniff at their doors
and leave foot prints in the flower beds
and scratches in the wood of the doorframe
there are women
who think them puppies
and bring them in to the sacred warmth
and feed them from their breasts
and forgive the teeth
sinking into their nipples
but my mama didn't raise no pendeja
i know better
than to let a
stray dog