Wednesday, October 9, 2013
It is hurting to hear the dog cry--
echoes. (His heart is sick with something
like blue fingers
warm and bruised.)
The dog howls like he's never feared.
Ache. He howls like the bright,
blank page exists an hour later.
The dog is still
He's just realized he's lost something
it's still hurting,
the dog howls.
what if you go find the dog,
he comes to you--
you feel the sadness in his head.and his sadness then kisses you.