Let Me Look into Your Eyes

He said to write about our golden.

She’s resigned resting on her bed,

lazy and peaceful?

I call her name so she’ll look up and I can take a quick snap shot of her

to post.

She won’t have it.

A glance.

A sigh.

And then a glare? glance at

the obstruction I’m holding in front of my face.

She’s a dog,

but she’s over the screens

stealing the very eyes she’d like to see.

Then I continue writing.

Irony at its best.

My reason for stopping.

Good night.