…the way everything, each day, adds up to change your life, to steer it, turn it.
Dogs know this.
The best thing you can do about this is to take long naps and let it, the decay of life,
go on past you, as if uninterested in you— though it is always interested.
I can tell by the way he looks at us sometimes
That he wants us to be young again;
That he wants to believe it is all in our minds, that we have gotten lazy:
that we have not paid close enough attention; that we have wasted time on too many naps and that it is all going by so fast, now, but the truth is we're just getting old. And tired.
Our coats aren't as glossy as they were.
We're lumpier with gristle, now, not muscle.
We snore.
- Jasper (Stephen Dobyns)
——
He is six foot one. I am one foot high.
Don't ever let him tread on me.
Though small, I claim my space and like you snug.
(It's tough sharing a bed with me.)
My name is Samson. Yours is Paschen.
So keep your name and stay unwed with me.
- Sam (Elise Paschen)
——
I fear there's something missing.
I used to be complete.
Now I find I am indifferent
When a bitch walks by in heat.
Perhaps they've made me human.
It's how humans seem to me. Seeking, looking, searching
For what can never be.
- Snowball (Mary Morris)
——
She loves me best in all the whole world. Better than big black Doc, he protects us, thinks he's big, hah
Better than sofa-boy Homer with his Harrod's snooty collar, oh
please spare me.
Better than Mike and Digby the kissy thugs who scrabble at her face, so unseemly, so lacking in my perfect regal dignity
(Okay so I eat eat poop sometimes, but delicately with panache),
Better than that pretender, that backyard bred Josie With her submissive wiggle who's she kidding
Josie pushes me off my pillow at night Josie must die,
My human is mine, for I am descended from Marie Antoinettes Mimi.
- Sally (Cynthia Heimel)