On Puppies.

On Puppies

The puppies climb stairs.

I climb as if I would never climb again.

You said you were not coming,

That you were going outside of the house.

How the puppies climb the stairs is

Beyond me, because I don’t know how they

Are able to do it.  It forces me to

Take deep, calming breaths as if I could

Never breathe again, or never breathe

Outward, anyway, whichever comes first.

My thoughts come in fast as lightning.

I am dreaming beyond a realm of thinking,

When puppies climb on stairs, they are

So fucking gosh darn cute,

That I can’t help but think about anything else.

I wish I were a puppy.

I wish I were cute and cuddly.

I wish I were a lot of things, especially calm

And happy, when inside I am screaming and screaming

To be heard,

And then there is a space in the darkness

Where I can breathe in through my nose,

And the puppies are climbing stairs,

And I am climbing, too.