The vet has ordered a month’s course of antibiotics to cure the infection in Red’s mandible. The abscess, which had grown to the size of a toddler’s fist, is now as large as a peach pit.
When I was at the animal hospital I met a woman who runs a mutt rescue operation. She showed me before and after photos of dogs whose previous owners had let the dogs’ diseases run amok.
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Christine Swint’s poems have appeared in Calyx, Birmingham Poetry Review, Slant, a Journal of Poetry, Tampa Review, Heron Tree, Ekphrasis, and others. Her poems have been nominated for the Pushcart Prize, Best of the Net, and Best New Poets, and she has won first place prizes from the Georgia Poetry Society and Agnes Scott College. Her first collection, Swimming This, was published in 2015 by FutureCycle Press. She teaches first-year composition at a metro-Atlanta university and writes about poetry, art, hiking, and yoga at Balanced on the Edge, https://balancedonedge.blog
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