how can i remember
remembering
but can no longer remember
the actual thing?

~~~

it hurts my soul
to see our puppy so
sad and distressed
standing still in a cage

but it’s for her own good
and i wish
i wish
i could
explain to her in words
she’d comprehend:

‘just a few more days
and after, take it easy
and then, hopefully,
no more
puppy
prison’

~~~

how do people
craft poetry
instead of just letting
their guts fly free
internal thought process
and emotionality
all nakedly out
for any perusing
reading
eye to see?