me & Crees had a laugh about

the blankets wed left out for Rosco, homeless hound on the block.

We speculated about

him playing by himself in the daytime,

throwing them into the tall grass,

& sleeping like a dumbass on the concrete at night, or

having his blankets stolen by bigger, smarter dogs without blankets.

the thought of either one was hilarious.

Hes such a little monkey,

or hyena, Crees says,

running around like a dumbass,

chasing frogs, biting flowers, carrying around dead fish from beside the pond

like they were trophies, barking at nothing,

sleeping in the street,

& when he was sick, wheezing, looking mournful,

breaking our hearts, the laughing crying tragicomedy of it all.



longtan, taiwan, 2002