• Vol. 09
  • Chapter 01

Sisters and i

My sisters and I we had an cat that wouldn’t stop
My sisters and I were heading straight for the top

Born on the Wednesday in the bloom of spring
She was churlish and mizzen
But I nursed her and fed her till she took
And grew in the swell of the year
She had the run of the attics
A view of the city
The sun rose and set under her eye
And she under mine
We were cold but she was warm
She buoyed me and I her
Till she left out the window and over the rooftops
I miss her mewling
And I hear it still
Long since we parted and yet I am there
When the light is fading and we are all lit with promise