Women Who Sleep with Dogs

Men hate us.

We have, somehow, they think, rejected them.

They think, perhaps, we’re lesbian

(how that equates I cannot comprehend).

It’s true, we sleep with dogs instead of men –

we sleep with dogs because they are our friends.

They keep us warm at night, and mend

the holes that men have punched into our souls.

We sleep with dogs because we love the steady

comfort of their generous, undemanding strength;

they let us know when danger lurks

and threaten those who’d try to hurt us.

They wake to every morning with delight and

look us in the eyes with simple joy to be alive –

when they do they see us, who we are in truth

and not some fantasy, and that is fine with them –

they do not try to make us over in their image,

to plan or judge our days according to their whim.

Women who sleep with dogs have lots of reasons.

We may grow into crones and watch our flowers

wither with our seasons, but we’ll hold out

and save our beds until we find a man, the one,

that rare and precious man who makes us happier

than none.


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