Sister Cat

 Cat stands at the fridge,
Cries loudly for milk.

But I've filled her bowl.

Wild cat, I say, Sister,
Look, you have milk.

I clink my fingernail
Against the rim.
 Milk.

With down and liver,
A word I know she hears.

Her sad miaow.
 She runs
To me.
 She dips
In her whiskers but
Doesn't drink.
 As sometimes
I want the light on
When it is on.
 Or when
I saw the woman walking
toward my house and
I thought there's Frances.

Then looked in the car mirror
To be sure.
 She stalks
The room.
 She wants.
 Milk
Beyond milk.
 World beyond
This one, she cries.

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