Desire imports
something absent: and a need of what is absent. The
cat's eyes fill with mucus; what he sees he sees through film. Small
children can't tell need from want, necessity from desire. The cat's
desire is all necessity: his dish, the spot by the window when
there's sun. Touch and taste were hands and lips; the class exercise
turned to expressions of love. My son wears a bracelet with his
girlfriend's name on it. I wear a ring on my left hand. Ruth held a
long dry leaf, ran it along the railing like a prayer wheel. What
we hold sacred is at hand. I wipe out my cat's eyes with a Kleenex;
he turns away, orange cheeks stained brown. We consider the ethics of
feeding, the stain of wiping the cat's anus. There is no prince of
this prom; we are equal citizens
in the end-of-life.
--27
February 2015
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