Some Hot Day in July

lolling
in the pool
water softly
lapping
          (not as good a word as lolling)
against the sides

i balance paper
on my belly
hoping to inure
the blueblack ink
i love, so that it
does not
            spread
in regal tears
down my thighs

clouds bank behind the house,
their bellies grey, not
                             leopard
skinned like mine,
grey but not black
                         so
no
   rain

i have forgotten the
sound of rain
i close my eyes to
conjure
but it does not come

only the wind answers
in the dry rush of barren currants
in the rattle bones of cottonwoods  
in the sickening scent of searing
                                             flesh
from someone’s Bar
                            B
                              Q

The Chubby Dog
lies
in a hole of her own
making, having dug
against
the house, all the way to
cool
        (though dry)
Earth

soon she will stand
slowly
          (she is 10 in human years)
stretch and shake and walk
to the edge of the pool

i will purr and coo at her
until
she gives up and gets in,
wiggling her wiggle all the while

then

i will gently splash
her hot belly with cool
water and she will smile
straight
into my eyes, never expecting
any answers to questions of
Who or Where or Why

and so
we bob and bake,
like our brothers and sisters
on the grill,
dipped and marinated,
waiting only for a
                        hand
to flip us
                 over

 

©s rogers 10 july 2011, all rights reserved

3 thoughts on “Some Hot Day in July

  1. love your style of poetry,
    wow.

    amazing word flow.

    check out short story slam week 9 and have fun….

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