a dream about that dog you've lost
"why would you cry for me?"
"you hide at night, reading lights, television, headphones, there under the covers do you ever think of FUTURE? my now is here, and there is no more"
the crinkles in his nose seem to overrun one another, his face receding to point between. he slowly, slowly, rises and you hear the engine starting. you pull the covers back over your head and sob in the dark