Succumbs #poetry


Don’t dream this.
Roll over, dream something else.

Don’t be overjoyed.
Don’t hug him.
Don’t ask where he’s been.
Don’t welcome his tail wag,
his sheepish smile, his weight loss.
Don’t. You know
when you wake,
you’ll be happy for one unreal moment
really unhappy for all the rest. 
Just don’t.

You are so unbearably human.

Sascha Darlington 7/2023

2 thoughts on “Succumbs #poetry

  1. Nicely played, I love the repetition of Don’t and the ambiguity of human/animal and the abiding question of just who is the subject/object.

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