The Cat, The Coach, and the Catholic Priest

Steaming, stinking, piles of crap

On my carpet and in the courtroom

My GOD how could this happen again?!

I desperately want to ignore them both

But find my attention drawn in their direction

While my stomach quietly lurches, wretches toward my throat

The longer they sit there, immovable

Their outer layer darkens and hardens

Bacteria seeping down and infecting once clean fibers

To spite myself and my well-trained demeanor

I want to run sobbing, screaming, willing to sell my soul to end it.

Instead I use my will, swallow my reaction, fall to my knees

Steadily go about cleaning the small reachable areas that lie directly in front of me…

~ by April on June 22, 2012.

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