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JULIE KING
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You were just a boy at our courthouse
wedding, doing vodka shots
in the backseat with my sister, I a girl
wishing for an accident, just a dented
fender, enough damage to put
off the vows for another day.
Or year. What the hell were we thinking?
The mortgage isn't paying its monthly
coupons. The driveway doesn't empty
itself of snow. Even the cat's fur
won't grow inward to avert shedding.
When your job as a business professor
takes you to conferences to one
of the coasts, I'm happy as a pig in shit.
What the hell am I thinking?
I could tear up those coupons, toss
them on that snowy driveway, pack
the cat tightly, and haul ass
to the opposite coast in a car
with a fender shiny and smooth and perfect
enough to resist weathering of any kind.


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I told you you couldn't have her. She's mine. Is now. Has always been. Will always be.
"She's not a possession; she's a living breathing intelligence."
Nonetheless, she's my cat; find your own.