- Gary Hunter
It's These Moments - Aug. 29, 2022
Oliver never awakens
grumpy or groggy
always plugged in
he springs onto my chest
his night breath smells
like the wake
of a passing
trash truck
his tongue the mop that
slops my cheeks and nose
as the tail wags
with each laugh
whose increased volume
triggers more and faster licks
those charcoal eyes
probe me for the moment
I moan and move the sheets
as he leaps off me
when I slide off the bed
he circles twice
in front of my pillow
and falls fast asleep