A Vicenarian Verse: Dog Diary

What’s he doing in there?

What the hell is he doing in there?

The door is ajar and I can hear water rushing.

The drops are loud, like rain on my tin rooftop.

What’s he doing in there?

I smell something strong, maybe peppermint?

I poke my snout in and sniff. Yep, peppermint.

But what’s he doing in there?

I peer my head through the door.

He’s looking in the mirror.

I’ve never seen this before.

He’s holding a stick in his mouth.

White foam erupts from his lips.

He spits.

What’s he doing in there?

What the hell is he doing in there?

He moves the stick side to side.

He’s a savage with the strength of Alcide.

More white foam. He’s sick. I need to get out of this home.

What’s he doing in there? I’d like to know.

Nick Devin, 2017

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s