love sick

i walk my dog on a leash into a red room.
i don't actually have a dog. we were on fire
& i touched your hand & i said, "anything
for you." laying awake until the moon was just
a potato roll. dads shuffled in the kitchen 
putting slippers in the microwave. what i wouldn't do
to go back to those first nights. hovering
from room to room. i don't have a dog. the room
was never red but for you, it was. i kissed
every window for luck. then, in the dark, wept.
remembered all the dried up lakes. your coat
standing in the driveway by itself. 

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