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Everything I know about love
my cat is an asshole
most mornings
he wails a death wish
in my sleeping ear
is possessed by Shakespeare
as he rolls onto his back
feet in the air
as if life is an absolute tragedy
makes me carry him
upstairs every night
abandoning me at the top step
then wails that I dare let him go
my cat is an asshole
sits on the edge of the bath
falls in where fur finds bubbles
in fury and chaos
& I towel him down as he expects food
for the total fucking inconvenience
claws at carpet completely ignoring
the scratch post we bought him
or the toys we gave him
or the bed that looks
more comfortable
than mine
my cat is an asshole
but I think of his start to life
in a bin bag with his brothers
abused, abandoned, rescued
underweight, dirty, scorned
how he craves love on his terms
escapes when he’s had enough
hisses when strangers get close
never leaves my side
and I sometimes wonder
if he’s the asshole at all
or if the world made him
that way.
People.
People can be animals, too.
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