Michelle Daigle

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I stepped on the cat’s tail this morning
and chased after her
finding her head sticking out
from underneath our bed
her eyes glaring at me
thinking
he would never have stepped on me
I tried to pick her up
but she wriggled away
her tail was the last thing I could grab
but I didn’t
afraid that it might still be in pain
I saw her climb onto the bed
and wrap her fluffy tail around her body
as she curled up on your unmade side
licking her wounded tail
I lay down on my side
staring at the cat
wishing that you would come home
and take her place.