Cunt Fag

Gency is lounging in the last section of sun accessible in our yard. Soon, the Earth will move so far around the Sun that Gency will not be able to bask. The sliver of light inches onto her paw. Her back is up against chain linked fence. She can't go past that fence. Because that is what I want. The Sun paints her body in patches of glow and shadow. Hard light separates her body into sections warm and cold. Her bed is made out of rocks and dirts. Lives are not supposed to live here. Her tail twitches, her head jumps, and then she goes back to sleep. She never opposes her confinement. She lives in this enclosure, like me. Probably, if she really want to, she could hop the fence, or dig underneath it. She knows she needs this, though. My dog can't control the walls marking her sphere of influence like she can't keep the sun from setting. Again she lifts her head. The sun shines off her eye and hits mine, here in the shadow, at the table, at my laptop. Like a jerk friend shining light off his watch into your eye, Gency uses her world to assault mine.

She doesn't understand the world like I do. I know it is unfair for the sun to confine her to that last sliver of yard illuminated. I know it is unfair for me to decide where she is safe, and where she is allowed to go. She doesn't believe in fair. She doesn't begrudge injustice. She understands the world better than I do. A stranger walking through the alleyway alarms her. She rises, jumps, and patrols. The stranger leaves and smiles at her and the hair on her back bristles. She lives in the moment. She clings to the sliver of sunlight until territorialism demands reaction. Back and forth she runs along the fence, darting into and out of the golden celestial sparkles. I think she is protecting me. To her, the fence I chose to limit her understanding of the world protects me from the strangers walking through the alleyway. She doesn't care or consider that the fence protects and boundarizes her.

The shadow of the horizon covers Gency. She retires to her rock and dirt bed. Life is still there for her, and she doesn't even say goodbye to the bright.