Fur Furniture Poem by John W. McEwers
Fur Furniture
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.
Saturday, August 29, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: death
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