Pet Sounds — Abigail Welhouse

PET SOUNDS

by Abigail Welhouse


My pet will be the color of fire.

I will brush him with boar bristles

and get him a water bowl with his name.

Or her name. I don’t want to do that thing

where pets are always referred to as male,

as a weird default. She will drink from toilets,

probably. She will be small enough to fit in the sink,

or a bag, or peering from under the bed. She will cower

during storms. She won’t be able to stand the noise of children

at the park, going down plastic slides and thrusting hands into noses

or grubby pockets. She will prefer quiet and being alone. She will listen

during poetry readings without a single bark. Did I say bark? She could be

something other than a dog, but I think she will be a dog. I think she will be a dog

and she will be the kind of dog who will look at me long enough to forgive every sin

Advertisements

One thought on “Pet Sounds — Abigail Welhouse

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s