mabel

you don't see me
there, because i'm
gone. i'm on the road
with my new dog, mabel.
she doesn't know any
tricks, or listens
to me, but i'm used
to that. i have a
son, an ex-wife and
a trail of, well,
let's not get into
that. i've got a bag
of dog food in the
backseat, her squeaky
toys, her leash, her
water, her fluffy bed,
and a map, although
she's sitting on it
at the moment so
we're driving blind.
she loves to look
out the window, stare
at the other cars
going by. she's a good
dog, the kind of dog
that if she was human
would have a cigarette
and a beer with you,
and a tattoo of her
mother on her arm
and stay up all night
to just chat. my mabel.