I can't make
any story
about my life

tonight. The house
is like an overturned
wastebasket;

the radio
is predicting
more snow.

I ask my dog
to tell me
a story, and she

never hesitates.
"Once upon
a time," she says

"a woman lived
with a simply
wonderful dog..."

She stops talking.
"Is that all?"
I ask her.

"Yes," she says,
"why do you ask?
Isn't it enough?"


-Kate Barnes