Woebegone is not getting married today

but a person I loved just did

 

Woebegone is not eating corn on the cob

because I shucked it in my salad

 

Woebegone does not go to the park

but I fantasize about toting her

 

She has never eaten tofu cheesecake

nor dined at a restaurant that would accommodate

 

Her dietary preference: fish. Nor does Woebegone

know about appetizers when I drink blush wine

 

On the couch Woebe grooms her tail

with her tongue, she licks my nose

 

In the morning, I am feeding her dry

food that purports crude protein

 

For her growth, I give thanks

When I meditate, Woebegone heats

 

Sometimes I say prayers aloud:

May she be free from suffering

 

May she be protected

May she be at ease