I Think You’d Prefer a Dog Poem

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I hate starting poems with I, I say 
inside my head.
While I understood her suggestion to flip
into first-person — it’s less distant,
less abstract, less … less —
I don’t want to go where she thinks
I do  —  hauling me from my spot
on the sofa, my hot toddy dashed
from my hand, my soft fleece snatched away,
and she’s stripped me of the crocheted sweater
that goes with everything
oh she’s cold —
and now I’m colder, and she’s right —
and she’s wrong —
this is the thing about our work, — it
will contain as much I as we jot
my guess is, you’d rather I not write
of myself — don’t we all prefer
to learn about the dog curled
by the fireplace, drink in that warm image,
than fill another’s eye with
so much me?

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Pamela Hobart Carter loves Seattle as much for its water and mountains as for its bustle and creativity. She explores the Emerald City daily while walking her dog. Carter used to be a teacher who wrote on the side. Now she is a writer who teaches on the side.

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