Afterglow (a dog memoir)

ing sleeping woman

amazing versatile charm

Is everything alive you might ask? And a library? Yeah that’s a big question. Is everything a library too?

Cause you keep protecting me from disintegration and change which is my inevitable home: ash dust and reference.

. Do you think I had any idea what I was about to write today when I sat down. No I thought I just better do it

I tried to explain to her that what was there was enough. And she was bored with that. My lack of ideas. My lack of desire. I thought I wanted her. She doubted that. Did I? Did I know? Probably not.

I put you in the middle of my life and you never steered me wrong

leave someone asleep in my bed and take you to a schoolyard in my neighborhood and think about what I had left behind. You were always my boat. You brought me space and peace.

I wrote poetry different ever since the advent of you. I got to follow you with my eyes. Take a step behind, next to and in front of you.

Because in fact reality does not occur in sentences and even words are hangers on