Things That Happened During Petsitting That I Remind Myself Are Not Metaphors for My Heart
The dog refuses to eat. I keep filling her bowl
anyway: new kibble on top of old, hoping
that it will suddenly becoming tempting.
When I write, the cat watches me from a chair.
When I look at him, he purrs loudly, leans forward
so that I might touch him. I don’t.
Now the dog refuses to come out of her cage,
no matter what I say, no matter how wide I open
the door. She knows that I am not her master.
On the couch, the cat crawls on top of me
and loves me so hard, his claws draw blood.
I am so lonely, I do nothing to stop it.
There are lights in this house I want to turn on,
but I can’t find their switches. Outside, an engine
turns and turns in the night, but never catches.
Copyright © 2013 by Cristin O’Keefe Aptowicz. “Things That Happened During Petsitting That I Remind Myself Are Not Metaphors for My Heart” originally appeared in The Year of No Mistakes (Write Bloody Publishing, 2013). Used with permission of the author.
Cristin O'Keefe Aptowicz
Cristin O'Keefe Aptowicz is the author of several poetry collections, including How to Love the Empty Air (Write Bloody Publishing, 2018).
Date Published: 2017-11-10
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