The dog comes back from in the trees and he
takes a stick, beats her where she lays, “She needs
to learn that is what happens when she leads
off and hunts alone.” I walk away,
get in my car ashamed I didn’t say
a thing. I swerve to miss a gopher. Whomp.
I hope it’s dead. I stop, get out and stomp
the writhing body’s head. It’s not my day.
I skip a rock across the dirt. I slip
back to his house and hide until I see
the dog go off and call her in: “pip pip.”
At home the dog shits behind my TV.
I wipe her face in it then throw her in
the yard. Later I check on her–she’s gone.
3 responses so far ↓
1 skyscrapersoup // Apr 15, 2008 at 6:17 pm
Hey Mac,
Been a long time hasn’t it? Now ‘n then I listen to old recordings and get nostalgic. Haven’t written much poetry for a long time but Liz tipped me off to the site n I wanted to say I’m glad you’re still churning out the hits…I’ll be keeping tabs so keep it up, yeh? -Ed
2 mackenzie // Apr 18, 2008 at 8:20 am
Nice to hear from you ed. I like the blog! so your teaching in Japan?
3 skyscrapersoup // Apr 22, 2008 at 4:44 am
hey thanks. Yep, still teaching in Japan, but heading home this year. Wondering what to do next mostly…
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