You tightrope up and down my narrow frame
From my ankle to my collarbone
I don’t know how you balance.
Sometimes, you manage to curl up on my hips
Without hanging a single piece of fur over my edges
But come the morning, you don’t do that
No, you stand on my chest
And study my sleeping expression very closely, your eyes wide, tongue lolling
Until I wake up and it changes
Into fear and shock as I scream
“Oh, my GOD! Oh..hey, puppy…what the fuck?”
Its awkward. This morning came at 4am.
I tell my friends, “you should really get a puppy. It’s worth it.”
Oh, the things I manage to forget.