Jack
written by: Macabea
You brought another one home
just like Jack, German Shepherd,
his wild eyes bogged with Delta swamps.
Something about his lovely, round face
that made you place your hand
in the sound of his bark to rearrange it;
until you heard the cicada’s hum
you refused to draw it back.
The pound folk had said to you
No returns, and you smile at this now
as you watch Jack’s mouth open black
with daybreak, his moan
that softens slump inside you,
the old scent of jungleweed
returning.
Macabea, under alias, is a first year-university student. She has taken up poetry as her primary writing form for some years, and often finds her inspiration at the crux of daybreak in childhood journals. On train commutes she’s always nose deep in Lispector. Macabea is based in London.
