Traffic (Next Door’s Constant Flow of Visitors)

By | 1 June 2014

Your child looks from the pram
at this cat I adopted off the street,
the cat that had scabs on her back
when I first started feeding her,
first started coaxing her
in to the house
for warmth and food/
my health ideals/

Your child looks from the pram at this cat I adopted off the street,
the cat that had scabs on her back,
scabs she still gets every time my housemates kick her out for a night or two,
scabs like the ones on your face,
more obvious than those on the cat I adopted off the street,
the cat your baby looks at
and gurgles in joy over
from her pram,
looking up at you,
eyes wide and mouth almost making a word,
looking at the cat/
looking at you/
back and forth/

She can’t feel the scabs on the cat’s
back through the fur
the way she can feel the scabs on your face
through your 10 o’clock shadow.

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