Dog Day Afternoons

It first happens
while looking at pictures
when you probably shouldn’t:

her eyes, her
once-infinite eyes, are
now sad and watery, like

A dog’s. And
you think of the endless
nights burnt clean through

gauging the
depths of one-way
mirrors, but all you do

is laugh (and
curse). Hours or maybe
months later, you kneel to scratch

a tiny pup
behind the ear, and in the
calm of that otherwise-blissful

moment
you think of her again,
soft breath on jawbone, cold

feet, warm
bed, sloppy drunk:
and all you can do is curse

and laugh.

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2 comments

  1. kanupriya kaikeya · April 25, 2015

    “all you CAN do is curse and laugh”
    seems exactly what i;ve been doing lately.

    Like

  2. kanupriya kaikeya · April 25, 2015

    As I leave
    I swear I’ll shave my head
    To get rid of the hairs
    Which you have touched
    As I leave
    I swear I’ll burn my clothes
    To banish the remains of the scent
    You’ve left on the fabric
    As I leave
    I swear I’ll wipe every streak of tear stain on my cheeks
    Before they become scars
    As I leave
    I’ll dissect every trace of you inch by inch
    And leave each piece
    In the barbershop
    In the thin air
    In the handkerchief
    And I swear:
    I will not bother
    Look for them
    Again.

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