Too bad to stay here
Until the snow.
How do the birds live?
Where does the sky go?
Who can afford us?
We’ll be let out
For good and all:
Raw paws, bruised snout.
What were we doing?
You wrote a blog.
I bought a toothbrush
For a dog.
How can we claim
Our hearts were riven?
What ledger shows
Our mercy given?
I try to breathe
Air like a stone,
Like dirty water.
We are alone.
Published in the October 2019 issue: View Contents