3rd
They said they found him
under a parked car,
so I named him Jack.
His cries saved him.
I’ve come to terms with it.
I know these things happen
but
because he would rather play than eat most times
because he didn’t want to be held for too long
but always sat close when I sat
and stood close when I stood
because he wasn’t afraid of that dog and
because I saved his life
only once
and notwithstanding my theory
about his mysterious and untimely death
which incidentally extends to indict
corporations and governments
along with things closer to home
I know that it’s entirely possible
that I will never recover
from the loss of this little cat.
And while I do not mourn him openly, daily
I’ve come to terms with this possibility
as it may define me
like my name
or my voice
or a thumbprint or a burn
for what that’s worth.
