"Perrito"

Silent Singer

May 27

I'd like to tell you about flowers and ocean waves. But that's no really what I have to say.

For the past two days I had this inkling intuition that I was supposed to save a dog. Low and behold: a stray dog was bleeding in the middle of the street in front of my car on the side of a cemetery in Santa Rosa. This was the dog I was to save.

Perrito is a start grey brown eyes eyes glossed over in the headlights of the car. The man who came to help me tried to explain to me that this area was not safe. Still I stayed and ushered the bleeding dog to a vet I couldn't really pay: I thought I could save the day

But in Puerto Rico stray dogs just like lone girls. Are left to die. Both abused creatures him and I. I saw it in his eyes. Maybe it was a crime that I helped him live because there's more mercy in the next. No one will adopt him. Hell be a bait dog once again. The white five pit bulls that now are three took out his spinal cord. He can't stand up to walk now. Three bites and the vet said a machete to his ears

Horrified I don't understand how they could leave him to die here. The people are all pacified to violence they see it far too much. This dog is just a number he doesn't even have a name.

And I am the same. The lawyers laughed and debriefed jokes after my court case. They see violence every day. You take it with a grain.

There's hurricanes and shooting people living in rvs and abandoned casitas next to the hotel built to close to the shore swim to Far East and you will see concrete boards and riptides breaking uneven where the hotel was before. I heard someone inside the abandoned concrete walls crumbling where coconut trees gre in between and a light shone by the shore.

I think we live in purgatory. Is it a sin to conceive? I'll remain from embracing others when they took my body with rage. I don't want to bare a child in a world with burning rain.

Everything is normal. I'm to young I guess: I still believe this violence is incomprehensible to others they see it yet again

Perrito lays paralyzed on the steel table
There's only one vet in Arecibo he's had emergencies all day. The other girl just lii ok as t her dog now two girls are crying in by the back room. I've seen too many court houses hospitals and precincts this month more than I could count.

Perrito got me in a bind? Who knew it was so hard to save a life? I'm vegetarian I try to care and I thought to myself why do we care less for animals why would we leave him in the road

People think perrito is less beautiful. I understand because I've been there in tattered shorts and breasts hung out mascara smeared I sat down on the asphalt ground. No one cares for me or him when the day does end.

How is there so much violence I still don't understand. I just want it to end. I think perhaps I live in purgatory. I want to die so often now. Maybe perrito too? Was it good I saved his life? He's paralyzed broken and abused? Does he have family?

And still the dog fighter house has cars on the side I try to play the spy. But I have nightmares each night that I be would die.

No one defended me well and I only saved him half heartedly…. How come no one seems to care for him and no one cares for me?

But no one cares for no one well. The old complain of the immigrants. As emphatic I try to persuade that god loved the broken but no seems to be dissuaded.

No one cares well for anyone. I really hate to live, there's just enough to keep going just a enough light to live. Am I in purgatory, god? No one cares or keeps each other safe. Perrito I'm sorry that I couldn't save you.