down goes Bubbles

after a date,

one time,

my ex girlfriend took me to

her dog's grave site.

it was the anniversary

of its demise.

it was raining,

cold,

and windy.

but we bundled up and

found the spot

where her rescue dog, Bubbles,

was buried.

there it was.

the headstone

with the name and the date

of death,

the birth left out

because who knew when

it was born. it was a rescue

dog after all.

it was nine years ago, but

she started crying.

i loved that dog, she said,

we had it for

three weeks, but then

had to put it down because

it bit me

and tore the ear off of some

kid who tried to pet it.

she shows me the scar

on her arm.

teeth scars.

i hand her a handkerchief

to blow her nose

and help her back to the car.

she's suddenly become lifeless

and heavy.

i didn't say anything

as she slumped in her seat,

depressed and sad,

but in my mind i kept

thinking, this is a giant cup

of crazy.

i felt bad for poor Bubbles,

but i have to find a way out

of this relationship.