If I Were to Die

If I were to die
and my hand were to hang
limply off the side of
this couch,
my cat would scratch her
face on it and she'd
thank me,
for relieving the itch,
with kisses.


1 comment:

  1. This poem reminds me of the poem about the river. Its irony is sad in a entertaining sort of way.


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