Dog goD (the palindrome)

My dog looks up at me expectantly
carrying her leash in her mouth.

Let’s go where we went last week, she says

What was last week I ask
What day was yesterday, I ask

And she says yesterday was Thursday,
and today is Friday, trash day, ruff ruff

And I say how can that be I just took out the trash yesterday

And she pants  no, no… that was last week

And that’s how time goes these days
like a virus it spreads on delicious minutes
with friends wearing masks
and hugs and kisses being pantomimed
and me talking to my dog

And it would be funny were it not for
the love we are all missing
in the dying hours of our generation
is what I say to her, my dog, Dear Abbie,
lying now on her back on the cork floor
of my studio, paws turned to the ceiling
the tender skin of her underbelly exposed

She is done talking she says
though one last look from her dog face

implores me

Now don’t go off the deep end,
you owe me a walk, and I can’t go on like this

being your faithful companion
if you’re going to go on about
death and despair (that’s not as profound
as you think)
it’s so repetitive, so oppressive

Just feed me,  give me a treat for when I sit
and you do that give me your paw schtick

Dog God protect me
Please, no more fetch and come and roll-over

Just pick up my poop
if that makes you feel useful,

I’ll sleep under your bed and
try not to wake you with my yippy dog dreams

And you can pet me and pet me
if that makes you feel loved,

we labradoodles are therapy dogs after all,

Oh and look, when I prance around the house
playing keep-away with your underwear,

“Drop it Abbie” doesn’t cut it

Any more than when you yell
“Don’t Roll In That Stuff”

It only makes me want to do it more
(one on my few pleasures in life,)
you should try it sometime instead of
going about with your
pitiful pandemic platitudes
(you didn’t know I could alliterate, did you)

Please stop ordering me around
“sit, lie down, get outa’ the trash”

your such a control freak

If you could only see what you look like
from my end of the leash

I really don’t need you—
if you would leave the seat-up
when you flush the toilet, so I have clean water,
and keep the doggie drawer well stocked
you’ll find I can be quite independent

Now if you don’t mind,
I’d like to take my morning nap.

please stop waxing philosophique
tie your shoelaces,  and make yourself useful
go defrost me a nice juicy bone
I get so hungry when I wake-up.

Interconnecting Circles


Carl Kopman

I came to writing early in life, the sixth grade at PS 238 in Brooklyn.  We were studying the American Revolution.
“The red coats came over the hill like a plague of locusts,” I wrote.
I have been chasing similes and metaphors ever since.

#Carl Kopman

Comments

  1. Lori Beraha - March 22, 2021 @ 11:16 pm

    Love It!

  2. Pat Gallagher - March 22, 2021 @ 3:08 pm

    Well, Carl, you’ve done it again – taken me on a tour of your psyche via the doggedness of your best friend Abbey. This is quite wonderful and I thank you for your maybe-too-brutal honesty. This is one of the best!

    ~Pat

  3. Norman Tuck - March 18, 2021 @ 6:24 pm

    I loved reading this.
    Abbey has a good voice.
    Congrats to both of you.

  4. Paul Jordan - March 18, 2021 @ 3:49 pm

    Put a smile on my face Carl. Well done. Bravo!

  5. Xochi Hernandez - March 17, 2021 @ 8:02 pm

    Love this and you and her.

  6. Connie A Myers - March 17, 2021 @ 11:10 am

    Thank you Carl for sharing these inspiring stories and memoirs. I am in the process of becoming the archive of family history as my mom moves to memory care. These stories bring the importance of what I am forced to undertake to the forefront of my mind. I will attempt to write detailed notes on the photos and in the scrapbooks that have been passed on to me. I wish I knew more… but I will preserve what has been told to me. Thank you for publishing Inter-Connecting-Circles and thank you to all the writers who shared their life stories for inspiring me to carry on with our family history!

  7. Marlene - March 17, 2021 @ 8:24 am

    You may defrost and thieve me a bone as well, sir; the story is a memory bell. I will always play fetch with you!

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