Rick Christiansen

Showing Up

A dog will go anywhere
just because you asked—

even if the chairs wobble,
the food’s gone cold,
and the place smells wrong

he’ll follow you
through a puddled parking lot
and curl beneath the table

beside your boots,
accepting a napkin
like a medal

if you come up short
he offers patience,
his breath at your feet,
his tail sweeping gently
against the silence

thunder shakes his trust
fireworks send him
under the bed

even loyalty
has its breaking point

not everyone
loves like that

some nights
I go out
just to prove
I still can

a cat would ask
the name of the place
check the lighting
count the exits
read the silence
between the Yelp stars

she’d stay home
on the windowsill
watching birds
tail twitching
like an unlit fuse

she wouldn’t apologize
for solitude

it’s not love
that divides them—

it’s how comfort
is weighed
against belonging

the dog believes
love means going

the cat believes
love should come to her
already warm

maybe we live
in that tension

we all have nights
we wish we’d stayed in
and others
where joy arrived
because we said yes

that place
between the dog’s devotion
and the cat’s refusal
to pretend

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Rick Christiansen is a former corporate executive, stand-up comedian, actor and director. His work can be found in MacQueen’s Quinterly, Stone Poetry Quarterly, The Rye Whiskey Review, As It Ought to Be Magazine, Trailer Park Quarterly, Sheila-Na-Gig, and many other publications and anthologies. His first full length poetry volume, Bone Fragments, was published last year by Spartan Press. His second collection, Not a Hero, was released in May of this year. He has been nominated for a Spirit Award and a Touchstone Award for his work. He is an advisory board member of The Writer’s Place and a member of The St. Louis Writers Guild. He lives in Missouri with his wife Kim and dog “B.”

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