When a dog laughs
It is nothing like what you thought it would be.
It is nothing in the worst
sense of the word, a drop
in temperature from high summer to the low.
The low of everything else speaks
on the dog’s tongue. Bitch laughs, and we
go on the down low for the time being, in
some mid-period Auden soliloquy.
Speechless. Cut like
glass, the laugh is nothing
that you know before or shall know again.