The Part

Where you tell me I’m wrong

And you agree

The one little note

I sing off key

The Place

Where you stand in front of me

And I ask

For your hand

Please look at me

I’m flailing in a share size skittles bag of misspeaks and metaphorical asymmetries

Who needs eggshells when you’ve got glass

My humor, humility, hamminess, hostility

All showing up tip-toeing flash dancing

Discouraged yet performance abound

Dumb puppy’s owner, found

I pee on your heart

And poop in your shoes

So happy to be home

So confused

You shame me aside

Stick my nose in my poo

Yer right you’re right ok yes you too

I’ll lick my own wounds

Shed my old coat outside

I’ll do anything for your love

Just keep me

Hold me

Tell me you love me

Can we do all that inside?

It’s silly cold out here at the edge of your yard

In the shadows of your light

It’s fine

Ok

I’ll stay here for the night

But if morning should come with no you

I may move along

What’s good for the gander maybe not so

for an old dog+