He’s out there lumbering
toward me— half-awake, I
hear hungry mouthings a
high nasal whine

In early light he bulks
against a cold red morning
dogs bark insanely nothing
stays him

How could I have slept
forgetting he comes to consume
me— my life, work,
everything?

Hurry—make a run for it!
Too late; he looms in the driveway
I’m done for—
It’s garbage day!