The cover of Pleiades Magazine. Yellow background and doll
Anubis by Zachary Forrest y Salazar Bring me your dog, so I may pet it. Bushy tail shedder, tongue flapper, li1 face licker asking for a treat. Bring me the light of your life so I can scratch his head (& his ass) —so he knows what a good boy he is. I want to whisper love into his ears & quietly ask to make him mine. On Kansas country roads, dogs dumped out front of the farmhouse would come find me, appearing like apparitions from dust clouds of cars leaving. Once, & never again, after my mother deserted me on the lawn; a dog appeared over my syncopal body & licked salt off my face. Dog of my pain, doggerel snout in my eye-doggone it, tail-wagging dog who circled my small body in the grass— whimpering little mongrel, this water spaniel wet with river & ears tangled in cockleburs, resurrected me—like some goddamned god. Bring me your dog, babe—& I'll worship it! T1l prostrate myself & praise its holy name. For a creature so pure, I11 doggedly sacrifice & preach the good news of dog. Any dog, miracle of God, & probably God, the Great Doggo-says: throw the ball. Says: Let us play.
Been on a dry spell, but I’d like to thank the editors of Pleiades Magazine or taking “Anubis”, which is poem dear to my heart. ❤️❤️❤️