"A FEMININE CONDITION"
is a much-maligned phrase over here since Gabriela came down with a major case of ... of ... "yeast infection." Under both front armpits. Apparently, it gets as, um, yeasty there as, you know where. Well, earlier this week, we began spraying the affected areas. But the topical proved ineffective and we had to bring her to vet emergency this afternoon for increased meds. She's recovering right now, thank you, monitored by two other females in da house.
What does all this have to do with poetry, you ask? Well, it has everything to do with my poetry. Dog Poetics. For, as the cognoscenti knows, a "dog" is defined as pure love. P.S. Kant sez, We can judge the heart of a man (sic) by his treatment of animals -- as good a poetics statement, too, to Moi!