Cat, Poem, and Notes
it wasn’t much of anything
the maples were turning
syrupy red and falling
at the sidewalks.
cats were playing in
the yard
crows brooded in
the crutches of old
trees
it wasn’t much of anything
till the tires slipped
Notes:
It’s an amazing thing. A relic really. The dad, a funny looking
man from London, he’d had an Indonesian wife, always running
around half-dressed. Bad skin. She disappeared one day. He said we
couldn’t understand how she couldn’t take the U.S. Not
important now. They lived in the house next to mine, not quite as
big. Mine’s the best on the street. His new wife moved back
to Texas after the accident. She’s cute—much more my type
than the Filipina wife—short hair, small nose, freckles, and
big teeth. I like big, strong teeth in a woman—gives ‘em
character. Kathy was her name, with a ‘K’. I felt really
bad for her. She came over one night to give me some of her stuff
before she packed up and left. She left the boy’s cat with me.
Now I have three, which is a handful but I couldn’t say no.
I wanted to ask her to stay, with me—move in. She seemed so
needy. She lost everything that mattered. But she went back home.
All the way to Texas. The amazing thing is they found the poem in
the wreck. She gave it to me with the cat, Rusty. Said to publish
it, so here it is for all of you to read. The damnedest thing that
accident. Those slippery leaves.
Biography:
You may already know Ralph-Michael
Chiaia as the editor/layout guru of litchaos.com. He is also a
fiction and poetry writer. He has a new book out called Ten
Poems about East Asia & Kitsch Nebula Ampersands And
which can be purchased from his blog (where you can find his publishing
history also).