His name was Viggen
Just a puppy
I used to watch him dream
His little legs moving fast, running
Dream growls
I dreamed once that I had wakened him from a dream
And he didn’t recognize me
Why didn’t he recognize me
I didn’t know
I thought I was me, like always
But I must not have been me
Sometimes I wonder why I am not me anymore
I try to remember the time when I was me
And Viggen knew who I was
Some say I no longer fit the narrative
But no one will tell me what the narrative is
I asked Viggen what the narrative was
And he said his mama didn’t want him to talk to strangers