How I arrived at the Kennel is a mystery.
Perhaps like a lush arrives at the bottle’s end,
I was looking for something.
Biscuit, I would name her,
for her toasty almost white fur.
One precocious lab stared me down hard,
Watching me as deliberate as a prison gaurd
but with longing, chocolatey warm eyes.
She couldn’t t know my childhood pooch died in my arms?
if she were a song playing endlessly I would hear “I want you to want me”
like a record skipping, her eyes asking if she could be the one
to make me trust love again.
I preferred the fictitious lives,
whose pages comforted me always,
The ones that lined my dusty shelves,
Encounters, if too stirring, I could abruptly set down
My friends, Daphne, Saul, Edith and D.H. would never leave me
Cause even when they died, I could see them again,
If I so chose.