Winter Ribs
Evgeniya Dineva
I woke up and found him dead on the floor.
Actually
it wasn’t him who died but his dog.
Its ribs were forming a balloon
in the middle of the frail shape.
This once delicate flesh turned into a scab
a hole
sprouting from its stomach.
I didn’t know dogs had hipbones
like my sister’s right after she decided
two biscuits and whisky were enough for the day.
The taste of wet soil fills my mouth
as I walk out on the porch because I don’t know where
he keeps the white sheets
and what he is doing with all the food.
In the bustling clouds of the approaching winter
there are no smells, no hairs, no collars.
No misunderstandings, no shouts or commands.
He didn’t say he’d miss this
but he will.
Evgeniya Dineva is a poet from Bulgaria. Her works appear in The Hong Kong Review, Ethel, Asian Cha and others. Her debut poetry collection Animals Without Fathers came out in November 2023. Evgeniya is a fellow of the Elizabeth Kostova Foundation for Creative Writing.