And so am I
A death sentence I thought
hit me, didn't hear what anyone was saying really
just fluids under the skin and pills crammed into
his throat and memories of other dieing cats I have
done this for, mechanically, distantly, as if someone else is doing it
and I am only watching
and then another blood test and he's normal again and
the pills and the fluids may be reduced and
my kitty, my best beloved cat who taught me that a cat
can be a purr machine and male and a mother to kittens
and sleep on the top of my head and have been rescued on a beach in Haifa
thirteen years ago, and he can be treated and brought back to health
and take me with him, in his large grey and whiteness and yows and
how can I tell you how much I love this cat?