My neighbor’s new store-bought dog yaps again,
hungry, crazy with heat, maybe both,
stretching his short chain until he chokes.
The little dab of sunshine I lay down in
has drifted away, into the shrubs,
but I’m not budging. I’m surely dying!
my cruel neighbor’s pup keeps yelping
and, so help me, I suppose he is,
his poor dog’s life ticking away like my own.
I guess I’ll stay right here in the cool shade
and let him cry for us both—our sad,
single bodies, our chains and our bones,
all burning down to ash and grime
quickly enough on their own, sweet time.
Leave a Reply