TWO POEMS
Election Night
Are you ready? I nodded. She slid the needle in
and the sick cat, who only a moment before had tried to
leap to the floor closed his eyes and exhaled. And
that’s it, she said a little too brightly, pulling the needle out.
That’s it? I asked. That’s all there is to it.
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The syringe going in, and then the pressurewhen the vet pressed the plunger, familiar,then unfamiliar, a sort of sparkling in the cornersof theand then the sparkling grew thick and filled the air,handfuls of black glitter—
