Out Like a Lamb

Reunion

I am responsible for two old cats my mother left behind
who cry and mourn for her in howls, with dripping shit,
demanding detailed information regarding her return.

I am obligated to help them understand her death
with cleaning carpets, calm caressings, patience
(I am running out of this one, there's a limited supply)

And I am duty-bound to yield them to her supervision
with God-like timing - ending breath, concluding purr
somehow knowing when to reunite them with their past.






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April 24—Duty