near the hill of
clothes on the
bed, a lump I
start to be sure
is Memento,
36 hours after I
held her stretched
out in a towel
on the same side
she tipped over to
be petted on.
Far from that,
far from feeling
feeling my lips
on her ears,
(something that
shocked my lover)
held her like a
dead baby she
almost was, not
the under-the-
quilt fur ball,
purring pillow
but on her side as
if in the time she
had left she still
asked for a
belly rub
(By Lyn Lifshin @ 2001)
clothes on the
bed, a lump I
start to be sure
is Memento,
36 hours after I
held her stretched
out in a towel
on the same side
she tipped over to
be petted on.
Far from that,
far from feeling
feeling my lips
on her ears,
(something that
shocked my lover)
held her like a
dead baby she
almost was, not
the under-the-
quilt fur ball,
purring pillow
but on her side as
if in the time she
had left she still
asked for a
belly rub
(By Lyn Lifshin @ 2001)



