Barking senseless.
Falling in love
everyday
all over again.

There I bit a pound
out of Eliot's 
cats.
I didn't have a reason really, 
other than they annoyed the shit out of me.

I barked at Sylvia too,
to get her head out of the oven.
She died.
The holidays were black that year.

And Emily.
I guess I was her dog.
Running down by the sea.
Barking.
Incoherently.

4 Responses to “In another life, I was a dog”

1. dragon January 4th, 2006

   This is pretty clever and funny.

   That wouldn’t happen to be an Ezra pound you bit out of those cats would it?

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2. loki January 5th, 2006

   Thanks. And — yes it is Ezra. And then Sylvia Plath and Emily Dickinson.

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3. djwebb January 5th, 2006

   What up, dawg!?!?

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4. loki January 5th, 2006

   You are priceless Webb.

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