We decided the dog will travel back and forth with the kids.
Shark-toothed weeds edged the moon pool,
and your brow creased as though dreaming.
There’s no point talking, you said,
if we’re going to get emotional.
Last night she lay across the threshold
of my bedroom as lunacy struck and shed
its merciless light.
My plan is to stick to routines. I choose
the wagging tail for my journey between the towers,
the lolling tongue.