Wednesday, September 21, 2011

poem of the day 09.21.11

losing

frail
blood
on her nose
the window sill
the kitchen
floor
liquid
and crimson
my wife
holds
her
under the light
in order
to wipe away
the red
and snot
while i
such a
big
tough man
pet her head
uselessly
cry torrents
of tears
remember her
as
a kitten
springing
out of the carrier
all of those
years ago
that seem
like
yesterday
look
into
this animal’s eyes
knowing
that we’re losing
this battle
for
sure.

1 comment:

bandit said...

bummer - i feel it