“Will you please get that cat out of your bed! ”
I shout, opening Janet’s door to say goodbye—
on my way down the hall, out to the garage,
onto the freeway towards work.
“He’s full of fleas! ”
She draws Marshmallow closer
strokes his white belly
kisses his ears, eyes, nose and whiskers.
“He’s full of love, ” she smiles.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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