haha, I thought sheila was sharon!
On Wed, Apr 21, 2010 at 10:47 AM, sharon brogan <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
> she's gray, she's cold, she's stiff, she's dead
> the cats' bowls are empty
> the cats hide beneath the chairs
> the worn leather chair
> the oak chair with the green cushion
>
> she sits where she always does, but slumped
> she's dead, gray, cold, stiff
> the cats shy away from the uniformed men
> the men are calm and stoic
> they stand up straight
> they fold their hands together at their belts
>
> it smells bad in here
> old food, cat poop, and -- she's dead
> her face is slack, uneven, droopy
> she was beautiful
> still a lovely profile
> her mouth dropped open
> this is still her house
>
> papers and books pile around her on the sofa
> the blue and green plaid sofa
> the over-sized sofa
> her cats are whimpering from beneath the chairs
> i fill their bowls with water and food
> they come, they swerve around
> the uniformed men, they come to drink, to eat,
> to live
>
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