Everything’s Ok Here
My wife is shaped like a woman.
We have a dog looks like a dog.
In the mornings the mist
on the meadow seems ghostly
if you’re in that frame of mind.
We naturally are.
The house has walls, a roof.
The children are all humanoid, save one.
The book I wrote is full of words,
words made of letters and spit.
My wife is shaped like a Roman.
We have a god looks like a dog.