While we are asleep the dog
dreams of lost relatives.
in a corn-glazed meadow,
mouth raining hydrangeas.
His mother sniffs his anus, lifts
him by the scruff like God.
In dreams, his slick
nose quivers. Legs move
for a fat mouse to sink teeth in.
He knows the world by its hedges:
stone wall, swimming pool,
sag in a voice. A gesture’s weight.
Chew your milk bone. Hide it safe,
where no one will cleave it
from your mouth.