The light crisp delicate and thin
Sugar cookie with three chocolate
Chips embedded in it
Broke into several pieces.
One of them fell into my boot.
It was a piece with no chips in it.
I turned the boot upside down
And shook the cookie from it.
I contemplated my place in the world
Before this act
And after it.
Would this have been so
If I were a Belgian Malinois?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
perhaps... chewy or thin..iip