John W. McEwers

Veteran Poet - 1,178 Points (6/20/1980 / Nova Scotia, Halifax)

Fur Furniture - Poem by John W. McEwers

I remember when I first decided to get a cat
to replace my family.
I fed him like I fed my guilt
and he grew

and grew

and grew

like ten etceteras

incomplete with elipses

and grew some more

until he became
basically a big chair. And I sat on him.

He's buried out back.

Topic(s) of this poem: death


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Poem Submitted: Saturday, August 29, 2015



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