by tom miller

time unknown
the end of june, 1999

 

 the dog is chewing the fur off his back.

there are fleas biting. little fleas

sucking out the life for their own.

 

the dog is annoyed, but the dog is alive.

sometimes he sleeps and sometimes he plays.

sometimes he just thinks.

 

he eats and drinks.

he pisses and shits.

 

he goes on, day to day.

 

eventually, the fleas die

but there are always more.

 

always more in the hot months.

the months like june.

 

 

-- miller