About A Dog
by
Julie Wise
It began with a bang
maybe a whimper
I don’t remember
I do know that it ended
as it always does
words flung like bones to the dog
(we don’t have a dog)
Cue screen door slam
mosquito hum
simmering clouds
darkening sky
The sun will rise
(as it always does)
I will fill the holes you left
in the walls
(as I always do)
and clean up the debris from our
once upon a time
I wish we had a dog
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