Haiku Sonnet

Sitting around
the ninety-degree apartment
butt-naked.

The dog snaps his head
back to zap me
with his cold wet nose.

When I asked her out
her nostrils flared:
two dark holes.

"Why don't you play me?"
the LP says.
"You haven't played me in years."

One life ago, WWII.
Ten lives ago, the Crusades.





photo: Nico with dachsunds