Only the Cold

The world seems very surreal to me at the moment, only more so.
The streets are bare, the sky is low and gray, little noises.
The few people outside were no more than walking pictures, 
still life set to movement. It seemed strange that Asa 
was sniffing the grass. I wanted to ask her why, and 
explain that it isn't real, but I didn't. Perhaps
if she had shit, that would have seemed real.

She didn't.

I wanted to ask her why she was struggling against
her leash, because it wasn't really there. I did.

She told me that she liked her leash and she liked
struggling with it. Then she asked for her bones.