what if teacup doggies are secretly geniuses
and also with halos too so that out of love
they pretend to be happy when
we throw the munchkin ball for them, the tiny chew toy
and snap to in cute puppy yips and yaps
when put in the baby choo choo
when really they can speak 25 languages
and decode emissions from Mars
while you are decorating them with frou frou
or watching them do impressions of the
children's toys
and plead for crumbs at the dining room table
especially at Sunday chicken dinner
with the pink bib tied around their almost necks
becoming somehow in the moment even fluffier
and then they get carried outside to the yard and
ruff ruff to the neighbor's dog
in quadratic equations.
and pftt with the kitty cats about
String Theory or why Oppenheimer was wrong
then patter back inside and roll their teddy bear eyes
ever so slightly at the PBS Special
on humans still teaching basic vocab to the dolphins.
mary angela douglas 27 may 2020; rev.28 may 2020
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem