Monday, December 25, 2017

No Reason (Day 341)

When she feels unnecessary,
no reason for the oatmeal 
steaming in her bowl at breakfast, 
each plump blueberry, reclining 
in the gore of its own purple juices 
reminding her of the uselessness 
she senses under the thick cover 
of her life, the way her cat senses 
her feet beneath the quilts when
she climbs into bed, pouncing 
exactly where her unmoving toes 
are hidden, his sharp claws 
drawing tiny specks of blood that 
dry and darken on her pale skin. 
She knows it’s silly, allowing the cat 
to continue his nightly, slightly 
sadistic ritual, but when bedtime 
arrives, she does not chide him, 
because the game brings him joy, 
and this she feels, without actually 
thinking the words, makes her 
necessary, gives her reason enough 
to set her alarm for the next morning.


(c) 2017, by Hannah Six

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