Kerri Shying R # 242 - Max

Max

come out from bed I find my dog

he’s standing far too close

to our one bright radiating heater looking

like a small licked horse

come on  I give a tired out command

we neither of us listen to the thinness

in my voice    I retire back to eye drops

to something broken  somewhere

in my foot   to where

my brain won’t settle

and he stays

out   by the warm