don't talk to me

some days, like
today, you
just don't want
to talk
to anyone.
you let the phone
ring,
the e mails
go unanswered.
you leave text messages
hanging on
the vine.
you don't want to
discuss
the weather, or
sports, or politics.
you don't have a clever
or nice
thing to say
to anyone.
you avoid eye
contact, moving quickly
through the avenues
of your day.
you have become
sick of people,
not just the ones
you know, but the
ones you don't know
too. you have a problem
with all of them,
except for your dog,
who sits in
the window waiting
loyally the whole
day.
you give him a few
barks, a whistle,
some baby talk
and love.
he's okay.