That day we awoke in the same way,
said the same things, performed
the same actions.
I didn’t know it was to be that day
until it was nearly over,
though I made my way
so ill at ease, how could I know
it would be that day?
Now I emerge from a shambles of sheeting
to find scratch marks on the door
and a squat brown dog at the bed’s end,
eyes like amber beads.