The dog

The dog in your study, ma’am

He is gentle and understanding

He wants me to caress him, he looks at me puzzled

He is a kind and devoted dog of a rare breed

although I couldn’t say exactly which one

I know I’m a pain in your neck

I know I’m a lump in your throat

I know I fit you like a tie needle stuck in a velvet skirt

I wouldn’t bother you anymore, you see

but the dog got attached to me

even though it’s invisible, maybe even dead long ago

 

I know you can’t stand dogs, ma’am

That’s why you don’t even feel his presence

 

I won’t upset you either

I will only pass by from time to time

unnoticed

You won’t even realize

that I’m in the room

I only stay as long as I leave the dog a bone

And caress his head a little