I'm sorry, Flower.

brief. I hope it was happy.

at the end: love. at the end.

I'm sorry I didn't pet you more.

I thought there was more time.

I hate the cruelty that brought you to this.

small comfort, I hope, Flower,

small comfort of scratches and conversation

I talked to you after. I didn't know.

I talk to you now. I do know, now.

cruelty brought you to us

I wish we could have been better, but that takes time.

and you didn't have much.

love, little kitty

goodbye

white tangles of lawn, chthonic... beneath the weight of gray

dead dead dead
dead-electric the air
in, in the grass
the grass blades a sieve,
haphazard mesh, press and obscure
the clod and the pebbles and chips of gravel brought from far away and the tears tracing curves too intimate without comfort or consent, crying
in the breath before the wind before the rain
memory dead electric