Like you a fan of irreverence, I am
making this poem about my dog.
It’s true that he destroyed a fern
through avid urination, that the fern
belonged to a stranger far more virtuous
than me, the type who would not
be flattered by random comments about
beauty, would not secretly take photos
of a woman’s legs below a table,
would not take these photos
and post them to social media. What sort of
dog artist does that, “humanitarian”?
Eileen G’Sell’s poetry and cultural criticism has been featured in Boston Review, VICE, Los Angeles Review of Books, Hyperallergic, Conduit, and Salon. Her first full-length volume of poetry, Life After Rugby, was published in 2018, and in 2019 she was nominated for the national Rabkin prize in arts journalism. She teaches at Washington University and the Missouri Eastern Correctional Center. She lives in St. Louis and New York. Find her on Twitter @Reckless_Edit.