an orange cat
with one eye
(a cruel man
bit its eye with a stick
and the cat
became blind)
it always waits
by the door looking for
me on early mornings
i feed it fish and rice
and a can of water
i look at it
and somehow i remember
what i was
on my past lives
what i lacked once
now i must fill
lest i be the rat
forever.
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