Still Celebrating National Poetry Month
Oh, how we love our pets! What better way to express their unconditional love of us than through poetry! I give you . . .
I Don’t Floss
I don’t floss,
I pee in the shower and
I ate an entire gallon of slow churned,
chocolate fudge chip
I lied to my therapist,
told her I couldn’t see her today
because I have a dentist appointment,
but I don’t.
this morning I stapled the hem of my jeans,
still have on yesterday’s underpants
and I lost another library book.
On a blanket
on the grass
in the backyard,
we roll over onto our backs
like synchronized swimmers
and just look at each other
You know, if you were a person
instead of a Maltipoo,
we wouldn’t be nearly this close.
A little bit about our Poet: Julie Grass has six brightly painted mannequin feet walking across her kitchen ceiling and she has a gorilla suit in her front closet. She eats popcorn and blueberries with chopsticks and has published poems in several literary journals including Northwest Review, PoemMemoirStory, 88, Hawaii’s Review, Eureka Literary Magazine, and Plainsongs.