I hope that when
you break her heart
you are swift and honest,
and leave her doubtless
that you are gone
or else you'll be at fault
for the grief you've caused.
And she'll lay around your borders
all day-- she'll lay
around
your borders all day, mewling
and clawing, with catlike paws
at the door that just held all
that she loved,
until she collapses for almost seven
months, wondering
in her feverish sleep, what exactly
made you leave?
And she'll lay around
your borders all day--
she'll lay
around your borders
all day.
I hope that when you break
her heart, you
do it early
and do not leave her to linger on,
kitten-blind while you move
on.
Or else she'll lay around
your borders
all day-- she'll lay
around
your borders all day, mewling
and clawing, with catlike paws
at the door
that just had held all
that she loved,
ignoring, willfully,
the new pet you've begun to feed,
and she'll lay around
your borders all day--
she'll lay
around your borders
all day.
So I hope that when
you say you're gone,
you're gone,
and that she does
not hang around too long, skinny
and starving from the gifts
left on your lawn
that should have been her breakfast
every morning that she laid
around your borders all day,
laid around your borders
all day, mewling
and clawing with catlike paws
at the door she knew had just held
all that she loved.
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