Compassion
Your compassion brings rabid cats home.
You feed them vegan food and bathe them
in our sink. When I tell you to get rid of them
you say I’m being callous. I want to love
you, but there’s fur in the way. Walls of disease
stand between us. I want you to take my hand
and force me through the fierce bewilderment
of being a man. When uncertainty surrounds me
I want you to sit in the midst of it talking me
through the fog. I want you to clean the house
and make it as bright as a lemon drop. Something
about me will ache forever. For now there is no
place to go but here. How many cats can you fit
into the den? No one needs to know about us.
We live by recollection. All the things we recall
are shelved in our bedroom where I keep the things
that no longer interest me. We live in insistent
sunlight.
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