Poemdog

Dogs 2016

TWO IS A CROWD
(10/27/16)

when
did this
begin?

this strange
misanthropic
journey?

any human
contact
elevates
the heart
rate

tightens
the neck

the shoulders

constricts
the sphincter

spurs
a sudden irritation
with life
that is otherwise
nonexistent
when alone

there is
no apparent
adult source
for these symptoms
of aversion

they have been
a part of life
as far back
as childhood memory
extends

some of us
are simply
birthed
into the wrong
species

forever looking
for a lateral
shift in genus

to a singular
classification
of contentment

away
from any
family tree

happily
doomed
to extinction