me vs. my roommate’s mom’s dog
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my roommate wants to buy soda, but i don’t go with him
i’m sorry, i need to write this paper or i won’t graduate
and my life might be ruined as a result
he leaves
i’m sitting on my bed listening to music reading clips from
school-work and interviews about musicians
a faint whining is heard over my laptop speakers
my bed is propped up very high (approximately three feet off
of the ground) so i have to adjust myself to investigate
there you are, dog
there you are sitting there, waiting patiently for my
roommate to come back
he scratches the door and i tell him to ‘knock it off’
he scratches the door again
i turn up my laptop speakers
i win
i go back to reading the articles that i have already lost
interest in
i hear garbage shuffling at the bottom of my bed and i
assumed the dog is eating garbage
i move forward
he has stood up resting his front paws on the side of my
bed, staring at me longingly
he wants to join me up here in the big leagues
not a chance dog
he tries to jump up and then he falls down and is probably embarrassed
i pick him up and plop him on the bed
he stares at me for three seconds, then the door for two,
and then he notices the three foot drop to the floor
do it
i dare you
he dives off of the bed in a manner that can only be
described as ‘floppy’ and he lands on his paws doing a weird little jig
the audience claps
i boo silently
he whines out loud at the door
i don’t finish my essay and i fail my courses and i don’t
graduate
you win dog
photo of my roommate's mom's dog beside some garbage on the floor staring at the door very attentively
