Dogs 2015

SHE ASKED
(9/28/15)


"so

what else
do you
write?"

he had
made the mistake
of including
a bit of electronic
scribble
in an email
to her

now
she was
curious

he usually
didn't share
his pastime
with others

but they
were getting
close

she was
pressing him

figuratively

literally

"will you
show me?"

he told her
where
to find more

the next
time
that they met
she was not
the same

distant

quiet

he asked her
what she was
thinking

"why
do you write
those things?"

he said
that they were
his method
of expression

exploration

his way
of searching
for answers

his way
of burying
notions
that were nagging
him

"they're choppy

ugly

even
the nice ones

the funny ones

are strange

most are just
jagged shards
of meanness

why
do you
put them down
that way?"

he told her
that they are
epitaphs
for his thoughts

they needed
to be short

sharp

to cut into
the tombstone
or this morbid
reality

"what
does that mean?

what does
any of it
mean?"

they mean
exactly
what they say
he said

simple

to the
point

"from what
you write
you really don't
seem to enjoy
anything

you deride
what most of us
consider
to be fun"

he enjoyed
being with her
he said

"but that's
not enough

don't you
see?

we can't
just be together
in isolation

we need
to get out
in the world

see the
sites

the events"

he told her
that he didn't
see it that way

but
that he would
go anywhere

do anything
that she wanted

he just
wouldn't lie
about whether
or not
that he really
wanted
to do those
things

she gave
him
that sad look
that he had seen
so many times
before

"I've got
to go"

I know
that you do
he said

goodbye