Those dogs tiny dogs those baby dogs
Those black dogs
Mug dogs and pants dogs
They are both cozy places and men
He is spike dog with small dogs on him and near there is the one dog
I think about his dog, the mon petit biscuit dog the brown dog the
times that I had a dog a different dog
a dog my dad had
That dog, a black dog
“Never underestimate the love of a Little
Then there’s a spike dog and you gotta wonder what they’re after those dogs they have lipomas and they are low to the ground like my animals with scratches
I’m thinking about how there is never the question about whether you’ll drop off the face of the earth, but when. It’s just a matter of time before you completely disappear. It’s your biggest form of power, your ability to disappear. Hide. Jump ship.
I think about when we’re done with this place who knows where you’ll be, who knows what you’ll be doing. I like to think I might be important. That we might end up in the same city. I’ll run into you and you’ll act like its no big deal, like you did with our friend this morning. Everyone is always surprised by you and you’re always calculated and composed.
There are some people that just disappear and I never thought you’d be one. But here we are, at cliff’s edge. I guess we’ve been here a while.
It’s like I’ve stumbled upon your rope, looked over the edge to see you lowering yourself away.
Where are you going?
Oh I’m just leaving