This poem was published in the Yellow Chair Review’s third issue in July 2015: Sitting in My Bathroom with Nothing Better to do.
This poem was writing while I lived on base in Oklahoma (Tinker AFB). Actually happen. Naughty, but cute puppy, indeed. Enjoy!
The shower water raged above my apartment but it did nothing to dampen his voice.
Get out of my way!
His anger seeped into my bathroom wall, pouring in from his living room on the other side.
That’s more money spent! What have you to say for yourself?
The gentle voice tried to patch the cracks in his voice, but still the water wept in.
I tried, I really tried.
Leaving my bath tub ledge, I hoped the pipes would clear by the time I returned with the mail
and they did stop.
Later, as the hot water washed over me, I remembered his nod and the puppy’s happy tail as both greeted me outside.
I waved with my letters in hand; He waved with the soiled rug and torn newspaper before returning to his small friend,
I can’t believe you did that.