There's a dead cat on the road second one this week I shouldn't be writing about other people's dead cats I should be writing about my own passed away many years ago still occupying my memory even as people have come and gone βmainly gone I only come once everybody's gone everybody comes once I'm gone they move in next door leaving dead cats for me to worry about while speeding off frustrating me with blatant recklessness we hurt one another and feel remorseβ never changing we continue to do so the speed limit goes lower because we keep going faster painting the road with deer and auto parts the lines on the road become hard to see when smoke is the only signal visible all I can do is pull onto a shoulder and curl up for a catnap.