some gushy bullshit

early this mornin’

there was a
black puppy
on the red seat beside me
the windows were open
and blowing
we looked outside
at the summer sun
sheening the evening
at roads going by
recognizable
but not familiar.

we looked back in.

my mother
and my father sat close
on the driver’s side,
smiling
and busting chops
and kissing.
it was so happy
me and the puppy cried.
‘thank you for giving
them this.
for giving us this.’

i woke up.

i stared at the ceiling
with a wet face
and thought as loud
as i could:
‘thank you for
lettin’ me see that.
even if it ain’t true.’