Is something my dad told me, once.
To care about feelings, not good.
Lost my innocence, reprogram my mind.
Look at love in the face. Look at love fade like a fog.
One night my brother let the cat out,
and he came back dying. "I did it to myself! I did it to myself!"
I beat myself too hard because I can't afford to cure him.
I feel every ounce of guilt when he coughs in the night.
I'm too busy to be sad. At work, I said "he's going to die anyway" with a frown shunned
away from the eyes of a nobody. I love my cat. I am angry at other people. who probably
remind me of myself. I don't know what to do but wait for death.
I want to do something, but I can't. Before my cousin emailed me and wrote to me. I havn't
spoke to him in five years. Part of his letter he told me cats themselves would probably
be better off living free in nature, this human-constructed society that
we live in wasn't made for them and they just stay confused and dependent. [confused.
a part of me, like a part of my life, like a part of this poem, like part of my cat.
keeps on going until
it
dies.
maybe that is the moral of the story. because if it is, I can certainly die happy.
Friday, March 1, 2013
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