December 2010
6 posts
all of the days blur together
it was cold outside, so much colder than it is tonight. it was getting close to christmas and i tried to look at you through veiled lashes. you probably noticed, i’m not very good at being subtle. i was nervous, i played with my scarf a lot. i stuffed both hands deep into my pockets so that you wouldn’t think i wanted you to hold my hand. i remember thinking my laugh sounded so hollow,...
the sausage dog
i’m sitting on the floor with Boudreaux. he has the skinny, beef-flavored raw hide sticking out of the side of his mouth like a pipe and i look over and laugh at him. his eyebrows arch happily and then he inches away and goes back to chewing. like i’ll suddenly lean over and steal his beloved chew toy. he tried to bury it in my pillows the other day. stuck his whole head in, raw hide...
