Two years into anorexia recovery,  
when I begin to miss dying more than ever,  
my cat begins to hide.  
She disappears for hours and I find her  
hammocked in the lining of my couch.  
She has hollowed it out with her teeth  
and stares at me through cobwebbed eyes.  
I am startled at my own anger.  
After all the time and love I’ve given her,  
I can’t forgive her turning away like this.  
My partner reminds me that cats  
do not know how to be cruel,  
but they do know survival and fear.  
Each day, I reach into the dark  
mouth of the couch and pull her,  
claws and all, back into life.  
Weeks later, she dies with no one home.  
I discover the body and the urge to blame  
myself glows hot in my chest.  
How could I let her die  
in an empty house?  
How could I be so cruel.  
On the drive to donate her body,  
my partner apologizes with every breath.  
We pull over and he cries into my coat,  
How could I let this happen?  
And I know that if he feels guilty too,  
maybe the blame belongs to neither of us.  
This is the person who tried  
to breathe life back into the cat’s corpse,  
without realizing what he was doing.  
He did it because his instincts told him to,  
because every cell in his body is good.  
For weeks, the memory will make him  
shiver, gag, rinse the moment from his mouth.  
This is the person who gave everything  
to keep me alive, when letting me die  
was the easiest thing to do.  
He never stopped looking for me  
when I hid in the hollows of myself and my heart  
became a shadowy hallway of locked doors.  
This is the person who, if I died  
as the doctor said I would,  
would surely blame himself,  
and I would bang my phantom fists  
against the plexiglass of the living world,  
screaming No!  
I did not die.  
And when I was stuck in the hospital,  
sobbing as I pictured him living our life alone,  
I wrote him a letter asking how  
he could ever forgive me.  
He wrote back saying I would  
rather miss you for a while  
than miss you forever. 
In the car now, he asks how  
we’ll ever survive this  
and I say Together. 
Copyright © 2024 by Nen G. Ramirez. Originally published in Poem-a-Day on July 11, 2024, by the Academy of American Poets.