One Last Time

I have opened my veins,
And set the knife upon the table.

?The pet birds are screaming,
And the cat taps, again and again,
At the screen of a dead mobile.

?One last time—
I have filled the feeder
And the cat’s bowl to the brim.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2026

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