Literature
On The Death Of A Cat
I pull a cookbook from its shelf, right next to
the ceramic bowls, flip through the batter-stained pages.
His orange and white hairs still cling to my sweatshirt,
a touch of blood smeared across the collar.
At last, I find the recipe I was searching for.
Peanut butter cookies. My finger traces down
the list of ingredients: two and one fourth cups
all-purpose flour, one teaspoon baking soda, two eggs.
A rustle comes from the next room over,
and I pauseglancing up, past the breakfast bar.
My sister is lying on the den couch, her face to the backrest.
A blanket is s