“You can’t shake your white cat because your white cat is you.
You can’t hide from your white cat because your white cat hides with you.”

The Cat Inside, 1986

Complete Destruction

It was an icy day.
We buried the cat,
then took her box
and set fire to it
in the back yard.
Those fleas that escaped
earth and fire
died by the cold.

(1919)

Poppa made pork chops lots once.
Outside.

Hot pink and salty.
(He always got the fat.)
I was little enough to hide so Muh-muh didn’t wipe my face.

I want to eat them now.

Sick on Sunday. An awkward and humiliating experience
during a poop.

Tiny bites of food since then,
though not enough for my belly.
More will just make me barf again.

Heating Pad was left unattended too long and went to auto shut-off.

Seconds tonight. The first Yum-Yum’d. The second, cold.