Tell me about your dogs growing up.
Did you walk them
or just let them roam the yard?
Did you have space
to get lost on your property?

What was it like
to be from a town
where everybody knew your name
where your future could be defined
by your family a generation back?
How was it
to know everyone in your graduation class?
To know everybody in your high school?
To know anybody who’d come down your street
just about every day?

Tell me about your childhood sweetheart.
Did you think you would last?
Did you believe you’d be forever?
Did you plan to escape town together
and go on the run?
How’d that work out?

Your history is a complete mystery
and I yearn to know so much more
about how you came to be the she
before me.
Paint me a picture.
Tell me about yourself
and the dogs from your youth.
Tell me about Rex.