CRUMB

even my dog
is depressed in this
endless spate of rain this
wretched vomit
from the sky makes us
feel like a pasty
slush pile or a
bucket that waits
patient beside a
sickbed we
nip & gnaw & moan &
frankly get on each
other’s nerves – the rat,
he is unaffected by the
wet of it all he dwells
inside his cozy
cage tank takes
bit nibbles of his
grits & views us
as if
we were
madmen.

-Ryn Gargulinski.04.15.06