I've always felt almost human
Sure, I'm stuffed into a dog's body
My soul is very human
I am ready to become a man
What can I do but force
Myself to remember?
Try to imprint what I know
On my soul
A thing that has no surface
No sides
No pages
No form of any kind
That when I open my eyes
and look down at my hands
With thumbs
That are able to
Close tightly around their fingers
I will know
I will see.
The door opens
I hear him
"Yo, Z!"
I don't get up
"Z?"
I lift my head
Wag my tail feebly
It taps against the floor
He shakes his head
Runs his hand through his hair
"Oh, Z."
He crouches
And touches my head
I lift my head
And lick his forearm
"What happened, kid?"
"Can you get up?"
I thought I was just acting
I really can't get up
He lifts me up
"Easy Z."
It's okay for him to let me go
He needs me to
Free him to be brilliant
Danny will be free
To live his life
I will return to earth
In a new form
I will miss him
And little Bri
I'm okay
I rub my muzzle
Against his thigh
I owe him the gift of
Setting him free
We had a good run
So many things
People and their rituals
They cling to things
So hard sometimes.
