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Sleeping Dogs

︎︎︎ Ginger Jones
︎ July 6, 2025
You said I hated the heat,
but I slept in it like a stone

watching you heave from the side,
your gold chain stuck in your throat.

When you didn’t flinch,
I knew you were stone too.










Ginger Jones is a poet from California.

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