to learn how to eat, the great dead dog
walked me down to the diner. you were there too.
it was neon as all heavens should be.
i saved my state quarters for this kind of angel.
offering bowls from bike helmets. we took turns
pleading for spoons. silverware of all shapes & sizes.
the waitor asked if we were sisters or lovers.
i confessed "we are neither." i wished we were lovers.
you insisted on eating with your fingers,
plucking teeth from a golden plate like turkish delite.
then, feeding me & asking "whose dog is that?"
"what dog?" i lied, stroking the dog's back.