On the Recovery of
Canis Familiaris
from Sputnik 2, 1957
by Bailey Blumenstock
(published in The Maine Review, Issue 6.1, 2020)
Before the launch,
the mission scientist bathed her,
dabbed her with alcohol and bruises of iodine.
He kissed her nose.
She had played with his children.
In photographs, the hatch is open and she is posed,
or is posing, one ear folded, the other heavenward.
At launch, the saucer-sized porthole fogged with her panting.
For one hundred and sixty-three days after my fa...