14: Oct 2016 #15 - 40 Weld Hill Street
Authored by Corey Howard
40 Weld Hill Street
by Corey Howard
That damn neighborhood cat that I have nothing for comes out to me at night begging once more, but there’s no food in the house, even for me. I ignore him by ashing my cigar as he walks away to coddle another neighbor. The smoke lingers once, or twice, in the night light. The cat passes, headed downhill, again. Are you ever alone with a cat roaming the streets? Separate the two, but you can’t, or shouldn’t. What if the moon that stares became unplugged? Then the cat might have a purpose. Again, what’s the use? Time reminds you not to. Not to what? Separate the two. It’s like the memory you have forgotten that returns in a thumbtack on your chair, the foghorn at the beach, the photo on your father’s fridge.