Seattle



 

heard last night you
coming in the door dropping
armful bags around little
white dogs barking incessant,
you, open the window – breathing
in the last of the day’s sun light
shuffling over to the one
you love saying “maybe we’ll go to Cuba”
under the incessant barking dogs
you say, tucking your feet and resting
a head on his shoulder,
do you know how much i love you?

–jtl