im not entirely happy with it

but this is wot im turning in tonight

Febe Ramirez



The difference between a poet and a dog


Prelude:
I always thought I could see the residue of poetry
dripping from the strands of her thick coat
acquired from the countless times she’s
laid in my bed.

1.
I was walking solemnly behind an Asian mother
when a small fabric heart
fell out of her pocket.
I quickly picked it up
with wide eyes and a sparkling brain.
I loved the way it felt as it moved through
The spaces between my fingers.


2.
The thick-coated queen came up to me hungry.
I held the fabric heart to her face.
Her eyes became small slits as she sniffed
lightly licked
The smooth heart. She looked at me strange
huffed and trotted away clean.
My teeth started to hurt
like uncomfortable heat
because my mouth had began to shrink.
(due to the lack of words)
My body had a sudden taste
for conservation.