When
your stepdaughter warns you not to let her roommate’s cat escape…
by Alexis Rhone Fancher
it’s like
she has a premonition.
After she
leaves you’ll explore her off-campus apartment,
snoop in
her drawers, try on her graduation cap.
You will
smoke her dope & drink her last Bud Light.
The two of
you have never been close.
You’ll read
the roommate’s diary, take notes.
The cat, a
tom of indeterminate age,
will rub
his thin, orange body against your ankles.
You’ll walk
into the bathroom to pee,
gag at the
litter box teeming with hardened turds,
avoiding
the ones on the floor.
The ammonia
of cat piss mixed with
the
unmistakable scent of used Kotex pads
will leak
into the hall
where it
will mingle with four-day old Mexican food
and pizza stuck
on plates in the kitchen.
You’ll
recall your stepdaughter’s slovenly ways,
how badly
she treated you,
how
relieved you were when she left home.
The cat
will pace, yowling at the bathroom door like Tom Petty.
But when you put him in the litter
box, he’ll balk, stare up at you
with marmalade eyes, nudge you
toward the front door.
It will be an act of mercy.
Later, you
will sit on the stained couch
where
you’ll watch reruns of Forensic Files in the fading light,
and wait
for your stepdaughter’s return.
Then you
will deny everything.
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"When your stepdaughter warns you not to let her roommate’s cat
escape…" was first published in Tinderbox Poetry Journal (2018)
Alexis
Rhone Fancher is published in The Best American Poetry 2016, Verse
Daily, Plume,
Rattle,
Literary Mama, Diode, Pirene’s Fountain, Tinderbox, Nashville Review, and elsewhere.
She’s
the author of four poetry collections; How I Lost My Virginity To
Michael Cohen and
other
heart stab poems, (2014), State of Grace: The Joshua Elegies, (2015), Enter
Here, (2017),
and
Junkie Wife, (2018). A multiple Pushcart
Prize and Best of the Net nominee, Alexis is poetry editor of Cultural
Weekly. www.alexisrhonefancher.com
Squeaking here, like a yowling Tom Petty with laryngitis.
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