dog night

i wrestle a planet from his mouth.
slobber & all. i say, "i too want to eat
the light from the sky."
the bible is wrong about everything
but mostly creation.
in the first days of the world
there was nothing but dogs. the dogs ran
& the dogs swam. the dogs sought
love poems in the fields &
thus they created all the animals 
they could not capture. birds 
& rodents & even moths. that is
what they determined love meant.
to chase & almost swallow. my dog 
is like me. he craves the darkness
the world used to swell with.
he broke out the window
on the second floor. used tree branches
to ascend into the sky. i followed. i remembered 
doing the same when i was a teenager
& spent all my nights on all fours 
trying to run the static
out of my bones. i hold him close.
he writhes. hunger is a process
of losing yourself to a need. 
he begs. "i need to chew 
on a god." i tell him what he already knows.
"that is us, you know there is 
only us."