dead dog

put me on the leash and walk me to the park.

take me out

so i can lift my head high and swing my tail to and fro

so i can feel the wind caress my fur

so i can simper and wind my way ‘round passerby’s legs

so they can delight in my hapless eyes.

i’m a good dog,

i’m a good dog.

i’m a good girl.

i’m a good girl,

so they can ask me for things.

so i wander my way ‘round passerby

so i feel him caress me

so i lift my head high and tug at my hair so it falls just so down my back

take me out

put me in my best and walk me to the park.

the dog is dead.

the girl is dead.

there are still dogs and girls.

there is still me.

i tend to the droves of graves of girls and dogs.

i tend to the ghosts and demons of dogs and girls.

girls and dogs.

dogs and girls.