Does the Black Dog Sit with You?

A poem

Does the black dog sit with you?
But you don’t know why
she casts a shadow to
block out the stars?
People will say “send her away,”
as though you can ask her
to leave your side when
she was stitched
into your lining you know not
when or by whom.
She remains, even as
you undress and slip a new
costume over your flesh
or rest in a different place.
And to those who don’t know
her ways you may look like
someone who just sits for
the sake of sitting.
You wish they could see her
next to you, gulping down
the universe as you wait
for her hunger to ease.

Copyright © 2018 Bridget Webber. All rights reserved

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