one stuffed cat - a soothing conclusion

the first time he told me he didn’t like me all that much

the first urge came

and i grabbed you from behind my wrinkled homecoming dress

and held you. you seemed grateful, and vice versa.

4 days ago

the worst attack yet

when i thought i wasn’t real

and couldn’t speak or exhale

you were brought out

and left out.

not as a precautionary measure, but

as a reminder that you are here.

thank you.