I feel –
a downtown dog in
shotgun shack where
thousands creep
behind the front door
–
no, I cannot see THEM –
but I can hear their gait and
understand their posture
–
no, I cannot see THEM –
but I can smell their perfume
when air rushes under
all sex and daggers.
The dog barks because
he plays detective games –
because he has no distraction –
because he can see through walls.
–
I bark because I know
death is steady and
steadily walking
towards the door.
Appears in Peach Fuzz Vol 10, Issue 1