The dog’s dinner

From the bottomless brown eyes
Staring at me at 6 pm
I can tell
My dog doesn’t get the joke
When I say the Hungarian proverb
Uncertain like the dog’s dinner

From the wagging tail
And the tipitty tap tap paws
I can tell
My dog doesn’t get the words
When I say no doggy-park tonight
Mommy is too tired
To play the pull-and-pull-back game

From the boopity wet nose
Pressed against mine
I can tell
My dog doesn’t get the words
When I say
The world would be a better place without me

From the slobbery tongue
Lapping kisses on my cheeks
I can tell
My dog wouldn’t get the words
If one would say
Mommy comes home at never’o’clock

For my dog
Never would be an eternal
Now? Now? Or maybe now?
Every echoed footstep in the hallway
Every postman making noise outside
Every similar framed person on the street
Is that mommy?
Forever
Without even knowing what forever means

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