Speaking in Tongues
Ceberus keeps forgetting.
Though I leave him nightly treats—
sometimes a cat or bit of Tamika's hair—
as if he were a Santa, he refuses
to lick me free, merely chews
on a wall or a book.
Once, as a boy, I let a brindled Dane
with his great rough tongue.
Our neighbor screamed
at me to stop, grabbed
the Dane's throat until it stilled.
I should never allow such unsanitary,
disgusting things to happen to me, he warned.
I learned later a dog's lick is always pure.
I have been betrayed
Deception is addictive and
Isn't algebra wonderful.
Even Jesus could
on the need
once in a while.
Copyright © 2004 Joseph Carcel