morning pages

In my dream the dog is dying and they make me

say goodbye and I say it,

I say goodbye

and then I’m awake and she is in my face

and she is licking the salt off my cheeks

like grief is just a mineral,

like I am just a salt lick,

like she is doing me a favor,

which she is.

She has no idea why I am crying. I won’t tell her.

The clock (my phone) says 3:46.

The clock (…