The dog is gone California.
My Sunday’s consisted of googling your moniker
for your blog because I never memorized it.
I wanted to have to work for it. To struggle to find you
since you are so far away in Jupiter.
Not this Sunday.
Instead I will write you this note.
I am moving to the desert.
To live among the cactus.
The 120 degrees in the summer
is better. Anything is better
than this silence.
Than this distance.
Than this nothingness.
I wanted to let you know that we
had to put the dog down.
She is gone.
And so am I.