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poodle poem
old, now, older and older
and even older
too old now to know her dog sister has died
or at least that's what we tell ourselves
deaf and blind, locked in a formless wander
when was the last time they snuggled
i don't know. i can't think about that
but maybe, since she sleeps all day
she dreams about her
and in those dreams they are both young
and alive
i know sometimes i have dreams like this
even now
poodle poem
it's weird to miss your poodle
when your poodle's still there
to move on before realizing it
maybe that's just how it always goes
poodle poem
i can hear her call for me
the pitiful howl:
haruuuruuuruuuruu
she is trapped
somewhere strange
again
let's go looking
for that poodle
again
poodle poem
no longer a poodle
just a fish
swimming around the house
blind and slimy
when my kids meet dogs out on the town
they tell the dog owner about the fish
she used to be a dog
but now she's a fish
the people are always bewildered
until i explain
it feels like it will be a funny story
but it never is
they just look sad
which is kind of funny imo
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