A family of four poses their children
& what a chance that—those four
the union of those folks, the births
trees whiskering cliffs, sunlight
washing ashore, March fourteenth.
Some ask how could we bring a babe into this time
when the North Pole’s a puddle in the dark
but I ask: what will you do with your cat?
The indoor toms and queens; shall they be released?
When the splash pad’s parched and the fountain’s stripped
will you spend a ration for your familiar, or
shall you calculate their age, deem them roughly adult
and set them free? No, I know you like I know me.
We need to make eyes with someone helpless we can help.
The prompt was cats. We have two cats. Our neighbours have two cats. My sister and her husband, three doors down, have a cat. Ours will be the coziest settlement amidst the fallout.
The immortal jellyfish becomes a baby,
literally starts over whenever threatened.
Now you know, don’t you want to be one?
This is a normal feeling, to be jealous of a baby.
Historically when we hurt we could forget
our cruel words. Increasingly more is recorded.
When I message him to breach a long quiet
nothing’s gone. We literally pick up where left off.