the saddest blog that ever was
6.16.2004:
(after Eamon Grennan's Desire)
the cat, well
the cat will just persist:
oddly, doggedly;
continue against the curious
absence of inevitability.
It licks languidly the same bowl
as if tomorrow
it might not be replaced. Or,
more frighteningly,
as if it would be
forever replenished.
life providing continous rounds
of provocation
to fulfill her ravenous jowls.
as if yesterday by the water bowl
i had not fallen down
limbs crooked and cradling
crying out________.
overtuning it in my haste
to salt it with my tears.
the cat is a generous thing.
but i am merely a trifle,
and there are no islands where i go
where every man is an empty house
waiting to be filled.
Blog // 12:37 AM
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