Remember when
I tucked you into
an old sock up to
your chin and then
washed you in the
kitchen sink after
I had found you in
the street infested
with fleas, disease
and hunger? Well,
here we are, years
later, both infested,
battling fleas, disease
and worse, yowling
at the moon who only
half-pays her rent and
Christ ain’t it awful—
let’s hurry up and eat
whatever’s left before
it all disappears.
