I tried to write something new for this week, but it was just not going to happen in time for you all to workshop. I submitted this poem for my portfolio, but it needs work. Sorry Will for having you see this twice!
I come across a
stuffed ginger cat
abandoned on the sidewalk,
splayed like game hunt,
its cotton hide
soaking up rain
off the pavement.
And I picture the moment
as black umbrellas bloom
like pupils widening in the dark,
the cat slipping loose
of a child’s tired arms,
and a careless mother
dragging her away,
kicking and screaming
into the grey night.
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