Reply to the poet:
There are no dogs in this house. There have been the suggestions of dogs. Somehow never acted upon. There are the ghosts of dogs. We don’t feel haunted. There are dogs who are welcome to visit. They can bring their humans as long as they promise to clean up after them. I would like a dog but I’d feel sorry for any dogs that had me as their human. They’d have to listen to the same joke over and over. We’d be out for a walk late at night and I would stop us at some point where there was nothing interesting to sniff and say, “What’s the worst thing about being an agnostic, dyslexic, insomniac?”
Dogs are patient. They would wait every time for me to deliver the punchline.
“You stay up all night wondering if there really is a dog.”
The poet responds: Dog Ghost Afternoon.
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