Being a fetish,
just another weekend
with my Brilliant Odor.
I read his fuzzy body
what I wrote about his mind.
He tugs the leash I’m holding
with his neck to shut me up.
I’d compose a different suite
with this dog and his two cats,
giving him treats on demand
from my cage atop his pedestal.
Watching my parallel bench-bum,
not far away from the hospital,
I’ve found a reason to sell out:
now sleep is finally possible.
Catherine B. Krause's poems have been published in Rabbit Ears: TV Poems, Right Hand Pointing, The Lake, and Gargoyle.