Loki

by Betsy Mars

What makes me so happy

about the way a dog laps water

from the dish? Tongue slapping

liquid, and once quenched,

the excess flowing over slack lips,

the floor slick with spit. Loki grins,

black nose gleaming, triple dipped.

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Betsy Mars is a southern California poet who is in a perpetual battle with change – finally coming to some kind of a truce, and at times even love and acceptance. She is an educator, mother, animal lover, and over-excited traveler. Her poetry has been published in a number of places, both online and in print, most recently in Sheila-Na-Gig, The Ekphrastic Review, and Red Wolf Journal. Writing has given her a means to explore her preoccupation with mortality and her evolving sense of self.