i am a dog

i sleep most of the day

maybe the night too

she feeds me

shes nice

her miseries are mostly of her own making

she frets over the shade of her mascara

she further frets over those creek lines under her eyes

i see her without makeup too

she isnt too bad

but rates herself a bit on the lower tier

that has made her too accessible

vulnerable she always was

i knew her vulnerability when she over fed me

when she would sit under the jacaranda

and keep looking at me

and end up with tears and tears

she talked to me as if i understood

she would pat my head

and ask whether i was tired

i would ask instead

whether she was tired

but beyond this mundane emotional infestation

we knew stuff

i knew she was alone

moneyless

trying too hard to live till the next day

trying too hard too pomade her hair backwards

trying to hard to just fit in

i think she understood me too

i'm black and furry and stupid

she thinks i'm an over thinker

its most likely that every fear of hers

she finds as a fear of mine too

maybe in this stupid two room apartment

like so many other stupid two room apartments

we are just living

putting on a good show

and nobody really knows that we are tired of pretending

still

pun intended

atleast she gets laid

i'm all by myself