I 50,000 Dogs Killed in China

Here in london, during that week
I on the southern end of
The porcelain tub, he on the northern
Our blue walls reflecting off the still clear water
We care not for summer shortage
Steal we do, guiltless moments
Highbury humming around us
The water grows to chill
Seven days our bodies lie baptized
Silent underneath
He lathers and washes my mess of hair
I shudder under the jug

II Forecasters Expect Seven Atlantic Hurricanes

Shrivelled this morning and rinsed out
Onto the floor from the bath too deep for one
Flows a river dampening and staining my feet
Canine red, I howl as I shiver dry