My cat left the present of
My trashed jewelry box
After I spent a year
Ceding my heart to other men.
Earrings all shapes and sizes
Like a scad of fishhooks, less beautiful
Nestled in the dusty carpet
Than hanging from my ears.
The lid lay to the side
And would not fit easily
Without the aid of glue
And weights on the edges.
But:
If you leave your cat to his own devices
You can’t blame him for knocking
Everything to the ground.
May as well blame the wind.
He just sees a series of tests:
What is light enough to topple,
What is big enough to scare,
And what is solid enough never to budge.
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