by zac smith
better dens
a jaguar in a party dress
a dog eating a rose
ass up
so high
we don't play "house"
in this house
gallop & prowl
footle & play
pretend to gnaw
on a bone
until the dog finds a real little,
real corpse
i will fling
with my shovel
the fledgling's first flight
can you help me with these cords
i'm building a better den
thank you
thanks
old bouquet
wearing old contacts
watching the morning sun
glint off your dog's white cowl
painters know things about light
i will never comprehend
test cistern
i love how i feel
when i see you
in your beautiful dress
and comfortable socks
every day
is a good hair day
the dog beak
let me count the socks
in that sweet dogs mouth
i'm thinkin' uh
at least two —
maybe three:
one stripped, one blue & woolen
destined for who knows where
post-beak, shown off sweet
& confounding
a brief enjoyment
sure
but
and there will always, in my little-dog life
be more socks
i love you
in ways only i
could have invented
****
zac smith made pancakes if you want any (: