Swimming in Lake Mead
Not because I like it, but
Because you made me.

In dreams I bark at
Evil: siamese, mailmen,
Random motes of dust.

Throw it, throw the ball!
I love when you throw it far,
then I lick my butt.

You washed my blanket?
But why? It was just starting
To smell as I wished.

I sleep in your crotch:
Your legs like a hot dog bun,
And I am the dog.

Early morning lumps,
Under the blanket. Are they
My Chihuahuas? Yes