All the Cats.

All the Cats

by james bezerra

It seems like there should be something said here about all the cats.

Because there have always been all the cats.

I like them,

I always do,

what with all their thoughtless selfishness

and finite love;

their claws

and wet eyes like dumb little gods,

but truth be told

every cat happened

because someone I loved

batted her eyes at me.

Said, “let’s get a(nother) cat.”

And every single time,

once she is gone –

because ultimately

she always ends up gone –

she never takes the cat.

There have been many cats,

but there has only ever been

this one story of the cats.

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