thinking of you Cat, puts
a distance between our joints
makes silences strained and
casts a muslin over our cheery
cajoling and playful stares.
she lies between us, hurt and
panting, our love for one for all
teetering on her short breaths
fluttering like her chest, a rapid
up and down much faster than
my heart’s own palpitations
I cuddle her and you – a low growl, a
low moan. When the surgeon
calls, there’s better news and
veils lifted, we embrace
but in the end, I’m still thinking about cats
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