During and After
Holly Day
in between kisses, the cat
claws frantically in its box, the thick scent
of catshit fogs up the room and I want to
change the litter box or at least shut the door
it seems I always think of housework
when we're doing it.
and afterwards, i rock you to sleep
in my arms, because when you're asleep
you can't get out of bed, can't leave me
yet, and I want to tell you
I lost our baby
but being pregnant's a good excuse
for being fat.
