ON THE THREE HUNDREDTH AND TWENTY-NINTH DAY OF THE YEAR

Take a photo of the cat,

I ask. And I get several,

proofs of life, it eating

there, on the kitchen

floor, just a meter away

from where you died.

I think of that night now

only occasionally when

I am there, as time buries

our losses in the deep

sediment of our lives.

25.-28.11.2023

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