{"sf1_id":1227705,"sf2_id":"A1p4roq1","title":"The dogs assure me","author":"makyo","words":75,"posted_at":"2017-08-16T18:25:46.000Z","tags":["Experimental","Poetry"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1227705-the-dogs-assure-me","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/A1p4roq1","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/4e/5a/4e5a7300-1021-4d13-8e55-21f6c718fb16","description":"Originally published in Civilized Beasts II","content":"The dogs assure me:  \n There are volumes of meaning —  \n Life and death —  \n And time;  \n Past, present, future —  \n In the scent of a rotting fish left after the flood,  \n Or a trace of scat,  \n Or the coyote, long passed,  \n But not everyone reads poetry.  \n  \n I'm not so lucky, all told:  \n The rich scent of meaning —  \n Heady, intoxicating —  \n Rises only from words  \n And the way you rest your hands on the table.","series":{"name":"Poetry","previous":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1227701-being-transgender.json","next":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1321003-somehow-she-s-me.json"}}