Wednesday, November 8, 2017

Le Chien

While I was out of town last week, my sweet Levi experienced a smidge of ennui. He moped around. He slept on my side of the bed, on my pillow even. He smoked a pack of Gitanes. He drank café Americanos he made himself in the one cup, stovetop espresso maker. He wrote cryptic haiku on rumpled cocktail napkins and listened to hours of Edith Piaf (on vinyl). He was too shrouded in a certain malaise to even bark at the mailman.

Please don't tell him I'm leaving again in the morning. Let us have this night.