Fluffing Pillows

Our JackRussel is dubbed

a name that denotes sexual prowess,

don't think we realized

how gay it seems - two men with

     their dog,

walking boulevards

lead by a cow-spotted "Mojo".

He has begun to minimize

being seen in public

with me and our "baby"...

Female friends and our butch-stout

trout-eating lesbians

     when we venture to visit now infrequently

ask about our "son"

(How big is he now? how much weight will he get?)

It's become irritably repetitive, I guess

that's why we cancel invites

     because even homosexuals gravitate toward

the light and of course

creature-comforts...

He has begun to work longer days

says he's in "meetings" most of the day

and lunch time calls become

a diet of short texts...

Our Mojo often barks at shadows

when nervous, hyperactivity overpowers,

then speeds

throughout our hollowing halls

     often slamming

against hardwood floor and mustard walls

as if he cannot help himself

fear of detachment? maybe... lashing out

we laugh at him at times

     or clap our commands irritation

with a loud "Mojo-HEEL!"

He claims to be tired more often

slothly as of late, arriving from work

yet can read endless emails in bed

with attachments of cyber-buddies' nudity

his now secretive with me...

We are almost detached

and i am displaying my smile with

fandango and furrow on my brow,

sinking sanguinely, sea-deep into our nights,

swaying, worried like a willow

but keeping busy - body

fluffing our pillows...