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2. Blue Angel
The dog is a blue angel. If he was human we would marry tomorrow. I slobbered on the old tennis ball that was thrown to me. I worried its fabrics into submission. Beside me he chewed on an old nylon bone and rolled across my odd sock. His legs thrown into the sky like a fountain gushing from a spring. Fresh water, I wept. Yesterday his heart murmured like a haunted field. He stood dumfounded on the quiet edge of a black pond. A child is about to drown. I was powerless to intervene. His reflection a reed. I sobbed into his tiny bony chest. We both knew that he would be vulnerable. Many angels who take little dogs away are standing on the edges of lily pads. We close our eyes together. He lies across my breasts, the beautiful solid head. He is my heartbeat, I will give to his life, donate my organ. I am the motherhood of all good dogs. |
