dogpoet

I will die today. I wake up with sentence pounding in my mind like a migraine, traced on my tongue like a tattoo. I jump to my feet and bang my head on the ceiling of my tent, which collapses around me like my life is about to.

I don’t know what to say.
Rest In Peace sounds so hollow being typed on my phone’s keyboard.
You’ll never know how we mourned you
Now that you’re
Gone.
You’ll never know how it all ended;

How to start the woods?
We went there looking for summer in the first waves of fall
Crunching on layers of cobblestone
Trampling millennia of footsteps.
The dogs come out
In the woods
If you stay still
They’ll come softly.