The dog sits by the door
below the hooks where jackets
and scarves, raincoats and a leash
hang in a tumble of color. The dog
is curled on the forbidden couch.
The dog stands at the side of the bed,
chin resting near the pillow, watching.
The dog feels the car approaching,
and barks an announcement, a warning.
The dog is a blur on the beach,
a zigzag shadow in the woods. The dog
carries the growling hunger of the pack,
stands ready, eager to be the metaphor.
The dog chews the delicious shoe,
so redolent of love.
J.I. Kleinberg is an artist, poet, and freelance writer. Her chapbooks include The Word for Standing Alone in a Field (Bottlecap Press), how to pronounce the wind (Paper View Press), Desire’s Authority (Ravenna Press Triple Series No. 23), and she needs the river (Poem Atlas). She lives in Bellingham, Washington, USA, and is on Instagram @jikleinberg.
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