18: Frank, I hate you
you lay on my desk sleeping
gray and white thing of sloth
as if your time is unlimited
I know that you'll be gone
I can see your timeline outpaced
way before I'm at the end of things
and you won't be there when I check
the doors, the food bowl, or water
every night
and somehow I'm supposed to
move on without you
when you finally go away
you stupid fucking cat