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your dog slept soundlessly, all sounds were in his dreams
Your dog slept soundlessly, all sounds were in his dreams.
He was framed by piles of books titled and notebooks untitled.
The pale green rug cradled Abraham Lincolns overgrown with copper
And held on to old crayon slashes in pink and orange and assorted pastel colors.
Your dog listened to sounds in his head and his teeth filtered out noxious effluvia,
His mouth a gas chamber for the outcast infants of insects.
Books lay below notebooks as if to donate words to the notebooks’ starving lines.
You and I had thoughts but they sounded better as thoughts,
Because words would weigh heavily descending into our cupped hands.
Instead of disappointment we preferred containment
In accordance with the secrecy prevalent in the room.
The balance shifted to night and tilted us until we fell into the next morning.
We forgot all our thoughts but your dog remembered his
And shared them as the books remained hush and stingy,
With the notebooks given a grave at the bottom of the stack.
Your dog slept soundlessly, all sounds were in his dreams.
He was framed by piles of books titled and notebooks untitled.
The pale green rug cradled Abraham Lincolns overgrown with copper
And held on to old crayon slashes in pink and orange and assorted pastel colors.
Your dog listened to sounds in his head and his teeth filtered out noxious effluvia,
His mouth a gas chamber for the outcast infants of insects.
Books lay below notebooks as if to donate words to the notebooks’ starving lines.
You and I had thoughts but they sounded better as thoughts,
Because words would weigh heavily descending into our cupped hands.
Instead of disappointment we preferred containment
In accordance with the secrecy prevalent in the room.
The balance shifted to night and tilted us until we fell into the next morning.
We forgot all our thoughts but your dog remembered his
And shared them as the books remained hush and stingy,
With the notebooks given a grave at the bottom of the stack.