The Back of My Mind (Poetry)

I'm in this dog house

I'm in this dog house

Pip's outside

playing dig and fetch. He won't be back

for a while. Today

I crawled inside the dog's house

and reached out between the bars to lock me in.

So here I am.

I'm in this dog house toasting

English muffins, rubbing my hands near the heat,

and waiting for the fun to start.

My leg is cramped

and my lungs are camped out where

my brain should be.

If my brain is still there, I bet a buck

they're sleeping together.

My stomach groans, and I can't get my hand

to the bottom

of

this

bag.

I'm in this dog house, ready to tumble out,

to spill the beans and

muffins

and here comes Pip with a bound and a kiss.