September 11 2002
Lyn Lifshin
my new kitten has
found a new game
as she does daily,
attack toilet paper,
toss the green
beans up in the
air and pounce on it.
Mouse rehearsal.
She is so small
and wild, hardly
afraid of anything
except maybe
the printer spewing
white mysteries
and making a
clicking noise. I
Was so unafraid a
year ago, brash
as she is running
for the train, no
fear of plans.
Riding upstate,
wild to see the
Empire State
Building, towers
like my mother
who asked in
her last days where
she’d go with
the little life she
had left beamed
“New York City”
