“What Comes After” (Lorna Crozier)

“What Comes After”

I am my own big dog.
Walk, and I’m at the door,
eat, and I take what I offer,
lie down, and I curl on the floor,
my heavy head between my paws.

I don’t need anything but this,
I don’t think of what comes after.

I sing the way a dog sings,
I weep the way a dog weeps.
Every night at my feet
I am a big sack of sleep
stinking of me.

—Lorna Crozier

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