bag of bones
she is a bag of bones
i touch the hard nodules
on her spine
a bag of bones
but she is mine
and she is dying
as the summer is dying
sneezing and losing weight
becoming less and less of a cat
her hair frayed
her eyes pink and watery
her teeth rotting
snot drying in her nose
her brittle body resting by the warm
engine of the refrigerator
she is a bag of bones
and she is mine
but there is nothing i can do for her
except run more tests
and more tests
done only to satisfy myself
done only to keep her
in my gray world a little bit longer
so there is nothing left
but to love this bag of bones
this sweet kitten
my old girl
rub her ears
bless the nodules
clean the snot
and comb the hair
keep her safe and warm
full bellied
as best as i can
as the life seeps slowly
out of her
taking a small part
of mine too
with each passing
expectant day
that we still have together
on this incomprehensible
planet
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