The dog is sick in the living room.
You are counting down the minutes
until your brain stops thinking — lying
in bed like you’re made of more
Time is a measurement of man made
miniman-madeness. The spine of a fragile
woman stuck in the fetal position.
The backhanded palm print on pristine skin.
The crackling of knees bending for prayer.
You’ve made it a habit of living
in climates where only nature can survive.
The harshness of truths shuts down
Main street like it executes an ecosystem.
There are days the high temperature
does not creep into positive digits. You will
die if you leave the house as god intended,
in your bare skin.
“We are broken,” he says, laughing. The rise
and fall of his chest like a tidal wave. You
are a luxury yacht capsized so far off coast
no one is aware you need saving. He is
the communications officer ignoring every
S.O.S crossing his desk. You, are the string
of oceanic lights playing hide and seek with the fog.
The dog is coughing — the couch lacquered
with thickness of breath that cannot be cut.
In your sleep you dream of rain. Torrential
downpours that drain the heavens. Bugs so big
limbs fall off with a single bite. Tropical paradise
where all you wear is your birthday suit while
you dance beside lighthouses that sway in the wind.
This ain’t no party, though.
The thunder in your head is the dog heaving.
You don’t get up to save her.
You know it’s impossible for dogs
to actually choke.
Human’s are not
the most evolved mammals
on Earth. We just learned how
to take, and walk like we own.
You feel him in iceberg shadows.
The painful inching across bare
floors past midnight. You reach out
like his breath isn’t frozen. Like your heat
combined would be enough to save your skin.
He is the last minute bell.
The untied lace.
The mannequin reaching for the window.
The make believe power of lost prayer.
You know better than most
that no one can save
you but your own self.
The clock ticks away
the hours of silence like the solace
sunlight finds in cathedral ceilings.
The windows are quiet in their stains.
The house sleeps without him.
The dog comes to bed.