Sick Cat Love

 

The thing about a cat - they don’t love us at all

Twelve years she treats me like a minion

Preparing food and opening her doors

Not hiding disappointment in her dinner

Which is not angel fricassee or tongue of unicorn

And the house

Which does not have a shrubbery

But

A sick cat’s something else

 

 

You know the way a leech is used by surgeons

To make the blood flow in capillaries and keep the flesh alive

A sick cat siphons love down different veins

To blood - but there it goes
 

Without a heart to pump it - still it flows

Right through you . Pulled by the cat and from what
deep endless sea out there I don’t begin to know

and suddenly you’re just a hollow line

A conduit of rushing love . Eroding
Beaches ,
Shifting stones
 

between a sink hole and the whole world’s ocean

 

A G - March 2019