I Wanted a Dog, But My Boyfriend Claims to be “Extremely Allergic”
We're all making concessions lately
(with varying degrees of grace of course)
to realize that, in this simple calculus
where X is not equal to Y,
I cannot both nuzzle my solitude
and simultaneously cast it away.
And since confessions are
the order of the days,
let me admit that you were
right to be skeptical.
At first I didn't know
why I told this silly lie.
but now it's clear
I could not bear to watch you
turn some other living thing into
yet another Instagram accessory
in this exhausting production
you call "your life."
When I was twelve, Terry chased
me tirelessly across the hills
and snored lightly on my chest as I
lay enraptured by the Southern sky.
Yes, we're all making
concessions these days.
You: sourdough bread,
of a dog.
in place of someone
I'd want to marry.