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


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