Of course dogs love the same way we do,
even if our human minds narrow it into loyalty
or faithfulness with their busy machinery.
She kept me awake all night, pacing,
balancing the certain with the uncertain:
back and forth; back and forth.
Her claws fretted the kitchen floor,
eyes on the darkened windows,
nosing the strange air in search of
any familiar molecules of her master,
but finding none. All the while
those anonymous surgeons were
spinning his life like a china plate,
piecing together the broken heart,
somewhere on the edge of a nearby town.
first published in Scrittura, Issue 2, 2015