I don’t know what possesses me
to ask the order of your family
love. Children, dog, your loving
husband? Save that picture
in its frame that says I love my dog.
His perked-up ears. His over-biting
jaw. Displayed to look at me
to keep my eyes from wandering,
beyond your mirror’s frame.
Where we small talk to each other,
each time I come in. You ask me