Dogs 2020


ix(1/20/2020)
Faris
misses
his daily
showers
the most
he knows
that the prophets
of old
never had
such luxuries
and
even though
there is
no one around
to suffer
his odor
he laments
this stink
nonetheless
he assumes
that he will
become
accustomed
to his new
smell
soon enough
beside
by the
time
that he
hikes back
from the spring
most
of his bathing
freshness
has expired
an unreckoned
consequence
of his decision
to flee
he had
exiled himself
from civilization
but still
clings
at times
to the finer points
of being
civilized
he smiles
at himself
in the dark
shakes
his head
then turns
beneath
his rough
woolen
blanket
hoping
for a fresh
whiff
of stale
cave air
instead