Roxy Gives Tough Love

 you shopped and searched,
you rearranged furniture, the pictures, your hair, your words, your clothes
you worked yourself up until you beat yourself down and finally when you lay exhausted and lost facedown in the carpet, nose to nose with the dog
you wailed, "IT'S TOO HARD TO DO ANYTHING PERFECTLY SO I'LL DO NOTHING!"
and the dog, unfazed, looked not into
your eyes, but a bit past you into the distance.
frankly, she couldn't be bothered.
so you sighed a big sigh, sobered by her indifference, and wiped your eyes on her ears.  she shrugged you off 
and shifted unwilling to coddle you.
but still you put your hands on her bony cheeks and looked into her eyes beseeching as if she was your new god 
and asked, "but what now?"
she exhaled loudly done with it already,
and maybe that was the moment where each of you thought
a good first step might be brushing everyone's teeth.
so you brushed yours.
then you brushed hers with an old baby toothbrush from the back of the medicine cabinet. the whole process was just challenging enough to jiggle you loose from your flailing so you could turn off 
the Connor Oberst and get on with your day.