Industrial Accident


A brown velvet nose presses into the crook of my elbow
Paws rest against my aching arm
Locked into position by his warm body
I shift, try to roll, uncomfortably
Today there is no comfort
Seven years old, my cat snores, not purrs
A soft gurgle, followed by
Chirpy, high-pitched wheezing
I worry I have given him lung cancer
From when I used to smoke
I worry he is in pain
And I don’t know
I worry he will get hit by a car
If he escapes outside
I worry how I will cope
When he dies
But I’ve never worried about him
Outliving me
Until today.

3 thoughts on “Industrial Accident

  1. I know not of what’s going on in your world right now, but I do know that we connect not just through our former eating disorders but also through our very deep love for our four-legged fur babies. I send to you a big hug and toast my 11pm martini to you. All of my heart, in fact, hugs you.

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