PS Cottier

Some say they are machines for love
but there is nothing mechanical, nothing
electronic about that truffle nose
pushed into my leg, the translation
between species without the need for words.


PS Cottier

I think I would like to write a poetry collection entirely about dogs at some time. The poem above is really a kind of note towards a longer poem. I can’t imagine living without a dog, but then I am lucky enough to have a yard, and no hideous landlord making pet ownership difficult.