It's spring again. The garden knows it. From beneath, green and purple
leaves, reaching up. Reaching out.
A winter vine climbs the fence. It separates the boards. Strong and woody,
it goes where it pleases. In all
directions. I am not like other people. I watch them, for clues. A woman
passes by with two small dogs
on a leash. She smiles. Why? I go to the door and look through the glass. On
the fence, just the other side
of the window, a black cat looks back at me. I open the door, and the cat
vanishes in an arc, over the fence.
I dream I am chased by a monster. It's kill or be killed. I am so weak I can
barely lift the hammer; the blow
only cracks the monster's bald skull. Like an egg, cracking. This happens
many times, many iterations. I find
a green light and shine it on the monster. I sing it a love song, and it
dies, finally, peacefully. Sitting very still,
I hold my aging cat against my aging breasts. We both purr. With my breath,
we purr. A snow shovel stands
against the wall. Unused, unneeded, this warm spring. Everything has a
function. We all do what we must.
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