one time I came home
and the youngest cat was missing.
keep it together.
I assumed she had evaporated
into the ceiling at the request of
my eldest.
YOU DID THIS.

keep it together.

my youngest cat cannot
meow, she squeaks,
I call her squeaks.
and I sat silent in that house
waiting til I heard her
stuck behind a crate in the
closet.

keep it together.

I almost texted you to
tell you that my cat had
vanished but there was still an
ounce of self preservation,
I’ll admit,
no more than that.

“the texts”

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