11.23.2012

boys & kittens

There was the time when I found the kitten in a box.
A big box. I had come home for the weekend, didn’t
know about it. A kitten. You’d think they’d tell you
about something so simply restorative as a kitten.

You’d think that’d be the first thing they’d mention.
But I had travelled up 79 from college, in the truck
of the dental-student son of friends of my folks,
and I was weary from small-talk on top of heartbreak

though I wasn’t gonna talk about any of that. Maybe
it was fair, silence about The Boy for silence about
The Kitten. Anyway, they fed me, we watched the news,
I went to bed. Tossing in my little-girl spool bed

with the too-short saggy mattress, in my teenaged-girl
room with the Cheap Trick poster and my old boombox.
Rummaging through cassettes, hoping Goodbye Yellow
Brick Road
would make me sleep, I heard it. A squeak.

That was when I found the box, a big box, in the bathroom. 

The tiniest grey kitten, platter eyes pleading with me
to pick it up. Meow! Meow! (How could they be so cruel?!)
That kitten kneaded me, suckling and crying all night long.

The litter had been thrown from the bridge into the crick
in a burlap sack. My sister had found them; her kitten only,
far too young for weaning, survived. He lived to old age,
always suckling and kneading. I found a new boyfriend.

Laurie's word prompt to the Real Toads today is BURLAP. Poem #23 of 30 Poems in November to benefit Center for New Americans.

11 comments:

  1. I'm so glad you found him... can't believe how burlap brought out kittens in so many... thanks for taking part, Marian.

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  2. Oh this makes me cry...I can never understand cruelty.

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  3. I enjoyed this. My favorite part is this: "I was weary from small-talk on top of heartbreak though I wasn’t gonna talk about any of that"

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  4. Seemed to be a common way to dispose of unwanted kittens or puppies...go get the burlap bag... Powerful images arose for me. So glad that tiny baby lived to a ripe old age...I'm a life-long cat lover.

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  5. Ha! This is terrific - so vivid, from the platter eyes to the silence about the boyfriend, the teen bed - just terrific. Much enjoyed. k.

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  6. Oh how touching.........we once took in a kitten too soon separated from its mother (it was found lost and wandering). It never got very big, and always drooled and suckled and kneaded.............poor little thing. It survived though, thankfully.

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  7. Love this story. I'm such an animal lover that I can just imagine the feeling, and feel hatred for those that would toss away such adorable creatures like that.

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  8. Aww, thanks for this! He did live for a long time and was a great cat. Xoxoxo

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  9. sister! :) not a completely true story, but the kitten part is true! xoxo

    everyone else: thank you! i like this poem, too. i feel like i have some of these fact-filled rambling stories in me, so stay tuned. :)

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