This Life (Part 1): Dog Treats

by bhi twobe
22nd January 2022

“Have the dogs been out?” you ask.

They follow, hidden-treats-beguiled,

Into the garden, sky sharpened

To the point of extinction,

edges unimaginable,

And I stand, undressed, facing the stars -

Midwives to all that I was, am -

Not daring to question why, how,

My heart’s static guttering, driven

By the same breathless force that grooms

Our air with its unfathomed sex.

It’s pistils, their physics cushioned, unfold

Primed keys to these lockless doors,

Guardians of the one answer

I cannot, do not want to comprehend.

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