i said to comet, it's kind of a hot for burrowing night
but comet wants to be under
he presses my belly with his big nose til i give in
at the foot of the bed hilde cries in running dreams
when i say hilde she stops, without waking
when i go to the kitchen to write comet comes to get me, leads me back
i sit in bed writing, he kisses my ears
i go to download pictures, get back in bed, he waits, toenails on wood
i say comet what are you doing. sniffs. i pat the bed, he jumps on my bones
i lift the covers, he burrows, immediately he is perfectly still
i read pereira maintains, late, tired, 
it almost seems to read itself
it's that good