I should have listened to the cat
when he batted the car key under the stove
and made me late for our first date.
I should have let them stay there
in the dusty cobweb and forgot
the number of the cell you didn't yet have
because it was 2010, and cell phones weren't
freely given-- just like your love.
I should have listened to the cat
when she stared at me in Paris,
but I didn't understand her long, sorrowful glance.
I don't speak feline but if I did, I would have
known about the Eiffel tower and the words
spoken against Parisian rain and--
I would have rather leaped from the North Node
than continue our trajectory,
had I merely the knowledge of the cat in
the restaurant where we shared crepes.
I should have listened to the cat
that I fed tapas to in Amsterdam when
he put his paw on my lap and sat next to me,
not you; it was the start of a new journey,
of many years lonely.
I should have listened to the cat
in the glow of Grecian nightlife
on the island where I bought your hand-wrought band of silver
and paid attention to the plaintive meows; I would have
known that the cat cried in warning.
I should have listened to the cat
who pooped on your clothes and
marked your pillow with spray.
He grandly disliked you, and had I
any sense, I would have known why.
I should have listened to the cat
when I packed up our life and moved
halfway across the country to start again,
our cats-- my children-- in tow.
About the Creator
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Before I ever aspired to be an academic, I breathed words. In them, I found worlds of possibility and solace. Alongside conversation, I have imagination.
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