EMERSON IS PROBABLY GETTING SICK
Emmy’s lost her voice.
It scratches, then thins, then fades,
whispers in my ear.
* * *
JOANNA’S ‘I HAD A DREAM’ SPEECH
She got married to
Barack Obama. They were
kids, though, and quite small.
* * *
OUR DOG LUKA IS A WATCHDOG
Street sweeper scrapes past
the window. The dog sits, ears
up, eyes brown amber.
* * *
IT’S FREAKING COLD OUTSIDE
Minus seventeen.
The dog’s unfazed, gulps up snow.
Our noses grow frost.
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