our pact
our pact
2009
the insistent housefly
buzzzzzzz
and our deerhound
slings me a look
slinks down the hall
to the walk-in closet
eighty-five pounds
of scaredy dog
hides under hanging
clothes and waits
panting
my job either
catch-and-release
or smash-and-cringe
as soon as the hideous
sound ceases
she reappears
settles on the couch
crosses her paws
her thank you
That side-eye! Reads: ‘I didn’t sign up for this!’
Like very much.
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