Black and White


Black and White

(This poem made me happy.)

He lies over my ovaries,

She lies over my heart,

He likes to sit to comfort,

She makes comforting an art.

He likes to cuddle quietly,

She likes to nuzzle my eyes,

He likes to take his sweet poodle time,

She will sniff out your lies.

He likes to curl up and doze,

She’ll get her tongue up your nose,

He would indifferently sniff,

And she would trample the rose.

He helps guide her sight,

By licking over her eyes,

Lately, she sniffs out his ears,

Maybe it’s making him wise.

She likes to pretend she’s invincible,

And forget and jump off of beds,

Because they’re both dogs and I don’t care:

He likes to pee on her head.

I like how they come and chill my indecision,

It isn’t me that doubts,

I like that they come sit by my side,

And help to wait it out.

No one knows how much I owe

To my patron saints, my dogs,

And even if it isn’t black or white,

The grey one’s just as odd.


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I am a second-grade teacher and pastor-to-be who loves people. I spend my weekends with friends or wandering the museums of DC alone and with a journal, trying to put words on the places of the soul that still feel wordless. I spent most of my days at school trying to learn patience through my students and running on sheer nerdy passion. I follow Jesus Christ, and savor that as my most important identity--that I am a child of God, as are infinite others, regardless of their other identities. Christ is my one thing.

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