by ANZO
*a poem for my cat
*in imitation of At Blackwater Pond, a peom written by Mary Oliver
The commotion in the bathroom will eventually subside
screamed in agony all afternoon.
I controlled my tiny cat. Gave her
a hair shaving. Her fleas
like air, poison, ghosts. Spreading bad insects
to all rooms, tearing apart peace. I noticed them
travelling between us, beasts-that-eatting-beauties
hey why this hairless monster still
most beloved thing?
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