After a night of seizures & heat lightning,
the old dog fights sleep, frightened by
auras, I imagine, flicker behind her
copper eyes like a gas-blue flame.
I am also fighting sleep, watching her
pace the room like a drunk, pausing
every few minutes to tilt her head
& listen to apparitions. She leans
into me again, her body stiff, except
for one speckled ear, delicately folded
like an origami crane. Her white lashes
glow in the light of the television as
my own body hums. We sleep beneath
a cloud of worry, wait for the next storm.