One Dog will Find Us Both

And my first question
will be, Do you remember
when we were both made
 
of bone—
I already can’t bear
 
your reply: What
does it matter?
 
(There’s barely a day I don’t fear
the rain)
 
It matters because I’d like to know
whether I should expect
to make yet another
thing run off (a polished
finish will do that)
 
For instance: my fingers
slid off the ivory keys
 
once and for all, and then my
heart slipped out
of my core
but remember: wisdom
stayed—
 
Wisdom, I always did like it
rough