03/21/20 And the Dog says…
There’s a story about the man
who learned to fish.
Something about
dragging a thing
from the river,
wife at home
all rosy cheeks
preparing a salt rub
and a bushel of fiery moss…
What’s he doing today –
our atypical Jonah –
scrolling through options?
Walking a checkout isle
with disagreement about the margarine?
Rolling a blunt by the sea?
Fuck if I know.
I don’t know how to fish,
either.
All I’ve got is these squiggly lines,
who won’t entirely obey.
Oh shit!
I’m a shepherd dog