The dishes stacked neatly in the cupboards Rottweiler’s breath is distant, sweet the kitchen door stays closed I breathe, I cook, I am me Inevitably, a saucer slips off the counter cracks, chips Rottweiler’s black ears perk up shiny tail lifts she’s ready for my next fall shallow breathing just one sip or two I am losing me Shaky hands now, bowls and plates shift uncomfortably glue separates prior repairs more pieces shatter clatter to the linoleum Rottweiler turns canters apace wagging, panting rank prey breathe the kitchen door blows open Cupboards bare thousands of shards wander the house long, pink tongue laps for crumbs irregular breath, crawling she is not me Howling wind shards splinter spread like flames land like embers Rottweiler is the master once again She awakens to the odor of bleach they are trying to sane wash her again Rottweiler, hackles raised hers are too she knows he’s lurking beyond the antiseptic haze oxygen thru the nose, swallows more pills she is hovering in between They say the pills will work in four to six weeks the dishes will be racked the kitchen will be clean Rottweiler will be in the pound she knows they don’t know the truth Rottweiler will never be gone always in the backyard on the prowl listening, sniffing, snarling breath falter, corkscrew fall Rottweiler knows Rottweiler owns there is only one master here
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Wonderful! I really enjoyed the rhythm of this piece. The short and quick lines really created tension as it went on. Thanks for tagging me so I could check it out!
Boo - this makes me so sad