Wednesday, October 9, 2013

It is hurting to hear the dog cry--

his howl
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

It sounds.
He's just realized he's lost something

a part
of himself


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.

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