Poetry

Dog in a Bathtub

My dog lays in the bathtub because

It reminds him of the lake

 

He lays in the bathtub because

Cold tile feels like

Cold water

And cold water is the lake we grew up in

 

In August he would not lay in the bathtub because

We had the lake

And he did not need to remember 

He needed to feel

 

In September I am a sorry mother

And my baby asks for cold water

I can only offer cold tile

So he returns to the bathtub 

A sweet compulsion

 

It is August again and my dog cannot lay in the bathtub because

He can no longer climb in

His hair is gray

His paws are sore

He has lost his balance 

 

When he can no longer lay in the bathtub 

I know we have little time left together

I knew it when I let him out the back door last night and

Watched him fall over

Hoping cold tile would catch him

Not cold water

But crossing the sandbar is an uncontrollable fate of the lake

 

When he can no longer lay in the bathtub 

I sneak him a bite of my Oreo

I give him the tomato from my lunch

I sit while he listens to the cry of seagulls

The nevermore of a Raven

I could sit here forever

It is not the bathtub

But I’m with you

 

Today I pray to a god I do not believe in

I beg him for more time

He does not answer

Life is cruel

Time heals

 

The cold water is angry that day

An unfamiliar chill 

Seldom found in the middle of August

Cold water is like warm fur

I take refuge in the warmth

When our bridge is broken 

My refuge 

Becomes a prison 

Relying on an impossible permanence 

Where a breath doesn’t turn still 

 

Emotion occupies similarly

A refuge and a prison 

September I will be angry

October I will feel betrayed

November my heart will ache 

 

But it is still August

And I am knee deep in cold water

Knee deep in cold water where you become a never ending

Infinite 

Cycle 

So that every time a wave washes up 

Your pawprints touch the sand

We put you in the lake because 

Your favorite memories are made here

Are 

Existent. Immediate. Current.

A dead body is not a dead soul.

 

Today I lay in the bathtub 

Like epsom salts heal grief

I scrub the grief out of my nails

My hair 

I rub my skin raw

Lonely and slowly finding peace of mind

 

Today I lay in the bathtub because

It reminds me of the lake

It reminds me of you

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