Louie Louie

Louie Louie


Entering through the door, bracing myself for the leap. 
The leap, the kiss and the bits on the floor. 
Alphabets. 
Alphabets?
A bowl full of biscuits, and yet alphabets?
A whole can. 
"Louie, when are you going to pay rent?"
Another kiss, and a sideways grin. 
"And look at this bill, it's $80 for your injections."
Scratch scratch, sniff, sniff. Wag.
"At least you've got your looks."
Deep rumble in the throat, "What is it?, What's there?"
Brush past into the yard and
Your off your leash. 


Nothing but a trail of white. 
The truck is gone, the boxes the same. 
No post today. 

 

 

Shirt: Vintage-Mother Fletchers
Sweater:F21
Jeans:Target
Pin:Vintage-Mother Fletchers
Bow Clips:CVS

My first poem of the year! I wrote this Wednesday night, I think it is finished, I submitted it to my class Thursday night for the workshop, but I won't know anything until next week. I was really having a hard time coming up with something, so I wrote about Louie. Louie eating a can of soup, costing me a ton in bills, and scaring away the postman. However, now that I am reading it again, it sort of looks like Louie is just running away at the end. Hrmm... maybe I am not done. Anyways, I am looking for some critique. :)

**PS sorry for the scary look on my face in the pic of Louie & me, and for my fugly bangs (I took these after work & after running around with Louie).