Ingrid Law
Memorial Day Weekend 2021, a poem for Sunday
| Ingrid Law | first, fireworks
then thunder
the pup
slept with me all night;
he a tiny shivering furnace tucked beneath my blanket. he,
wedged
between me and a pillow the pillow,
wedged
between him and the wall, his nose
in
my
armpit
as he tries not to pant. me,
quiet
quiet
quiet beneath the noise
of the fan,
breathing in
breathing out
a half-raw nerve
a heart half breaking for you
yes, you (please believe me) me,
a plus-sized island, a soft refuge for old lost
dogs. time