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Skylos Milo

“With my new invention the Skylos Milo which means dog speak in Greek, I will be able to hear what dogs are trying to tell us. First, I will test my device in veterinary hospitals. Stomach ache? Labor pains? Pulled tendon? We’ll be able to understand your beloved canine. Then I will allow the device to be commercialized and the dog can actually be part of the family!” I explain to my potential investors.

“Professor Schwartzman, have you tested this device yet?” A board member asks.

I clasp my hands together, “Yes, I am in the final stage of testing. And I wouldn’t be before you here today if I wasn’t absolutely positive that my device can interpret what dogs are saying.”

The board decides to fund my device. I could not be happier. I rush home and cannot wait until next week for the lab to finish testing. Causally, I walk down my neighborhood street to the corner where the houses have the most dogs.

I have been working for this moment for five years. I start pushing buttons and flicking switches. An excitement unlike anything I have felt like ever before washes over me when I place the device like helmet on my head.

I hear a whirling sound then a dog barks chasing a car. I expect to hear a complex language even if the communication is not in English, but sadly not. “Hey! Hey!”

Then another dog barks at me, “Hey! Hey! Hey!”

Dogs do not communicate as much in sounds as I thought!? My life is ruined.

My device works perfectly, but it is the problem I was trying to solve ends up it is actually not even a problem.

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Old Friend

Old friend, I came to visit you a few days ago

I walked down the familiar, unforgotten halls

and I saw your face,

your smile,

to be exact.

We shared greeting of hugs and ‘Oh my, has it been long’

Pulled up chairs and chatted

Shared stories and excitedly dreamed of summer

Talked of theater and the future

Conversations vary from cultures to cranberries

Nothing is guarded,

nothing about my life is hidden away

I love how I am able to be so candid around you

I am open before you because of years

of smiles

and lessons,

conversations

and letters.

I am so glad we are friends,

old friend.

There is no one like you,

nor shall there ever be.

This,

right now,

is where I want to spend my time,

laughing, happy, content,

comforted by the words of my old friend.

I cannot imagine my life if we did not meet,

undoubtedly it would be worse.

I love how you know so much about me,

you know more than what I say,

but what I left unsaid,

and what I wish I could tell you.

You understand my pauses

and movements to express what cannot truly be put into words.

Thank you,

my dearest old friend.

Minutes climb up the walls

and soon it is time to leave.

We part ways with once again a hug

and you comment on how I am young, beautiful and happy,

every time.

Thank you,

my dearest old friend

for simply being yourself

and for every second we share

together.

 

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