He was standing at
the front door,
but watching the cat
sitting on the rocking chair.
It was black and white
and looking out onto
the green grass, or above
the apartment complex,
or beyond it, at the place
his mother was, somewhere.
He didn't have to jiggle its handle
to see if the door was locked,
to know if you weren't home.
But he had locked you out of his heart
for so long by then, that
hating you for locking the front door
would have been ludicrous.
He was just tired,
not only from a long day at school,
but also from asking the
neighbors for a bite to eat.
The cat flicked its tail in
drowsy agreement. It never
came in, but he never tried
to make it come in anyways.
By then it was too late
to care about cats
in rocking chairs.
Feb 8, 2017
Feb 8, 2017 at 2:28 AM UTC
He was standing at
the front door,
but watching the cat
sitting on the rocking chair.
It was black and white
and looking out onto
the green grass, or above
the apartment complex,
or beyond it, at the place
his mother was, somewhere.
He didn't have to jiggle its handle
to see if the door was locked,
to know if you weren't home.
But he had locked you out of his heart
for so long by then, that
hating you for locking the front door
would have been ludicrous.
He was just tired,
not only from a long day at school,
but also from asking the
neighbors for a bite to eat.
The cat flicked its tail in
drowsy agreement. It never
came in, but he never tried
to make it come in anyways.
By then it was too late
to care about cats
in rocking chairs.
