I'm a New Dog

I’m going to write

something different

I was told that I

was too old

I’m going to write

something different

I’m too old to learn

new tricks

I’m a dog that’s going to write

something different

I was told that I

was too old

I’m going to learn

a new trick

I’m going to write

something different

I’m going to be

young again

I’m too old to be

young

I’m bound to be

something different

among the crickets and the sky fliers there are no stars to help guide me this evening and with the course of any evening particularly this evening I find that the air is full and breathing the chirps and caws of love but who knew this was possible or legitimate or given

4 am

I'm quiet in the bathroom
the door is shut
I'm thinking of the last poem
I wrote
and peeing