after the move

[midnightglobe]

in the landscape of dustbunnies
and echoes, the void of furniture
and family filled with
sunlight and dustmotes
my is cat is crying

i let him outside
but it's worse;
he sits on the step
and looks to where
the uhaul was and cries.

i collect him and offer
what comfort i can
just as much to prevent a
conversation with the
crazy cat lady neighbor
as to console him

there: i'm grown up:
i am ashamed enough
of my cat's emotions
to try to hide them,
i think i can keep mine
under control.
so come back home--
i'll move all
the furniture back
to where it was,
we can re-inter
these dustbunnies, these echoes
this hateful perfect spring sunlight
behind the loving mess
of the five of us.

anything is fixable,
if you give enough
of a shit

-jm4.10