999 J

I keep a dog in the attic
weekends I let him out
worried about his coat
lack of sun
lack of sun

some days
he says he’s been waiting

some days
he comes when I call him

but I keep my dog
in the field to hunt down
the dreams I let grow
in the dirt
in the dust

he brings them back
alive and squirming
ready to be plucked
and eaten
or put in the ground
again

he says
he’s been waiting on me