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For some reason
my dogs like when i speak russian,
like when I say “milaya” and “sobatchka.”
they seem to understand me better
than when i simply say “sweet dog.”
they crawl over on the rug,
dragging their bellies.
they roll onto their backs,
not in submission,
but in overwhelming trust.
so I say, “shto ti delaesh?”
“what are you doing?”
and they answer back
with wide eyes of love.