a dream about that dog you've lost
"why would you cry for me?"
"but your eyes have grown so old, and they say they want your legs. my father climbed the tree and it came out by the roots. he balanced a bit of meat on your nose and told you to stay, but you just laid down and closed your eyes"
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