Thursday, August 4, 2011

189. The Dog

Downstairs,
my neighbor's dog is barking.
No, shrieking.

For the first several months,
I didn't mind.
My own dog is guilty
of alerting me to imaginary burglars
at my door.

But this dog...
This scabby, wretched thing.
"Allergies", she tells me.
Anxiety, I suspect,
but keep my diagnosis to myself.

I might have found it endearing,
if that were all.
If it were quiet.

But it is NEVER quiet.

1 comment:

Lexi-Lupa said...

Remind me of my neighbors' dog in the duplex next to ours. I think it's anxiety too. PS: I LOVE YOU AND YOUR POETRY SKEELZ.