A memoir and life-writing blog
i’m hunched outside a door
that’s long been closed
hoping it will open a crack
through which I can slide myself back
in
feral cat, no fault of her own, begging for rescue
it will not budge, this door
but here I’ll stay,
crouched under the eaves,
limbs sore,
until the skin beneath my feet
freezes to the concrete
foolish to believe
that you
will want me,
as before
i will not leave