I Knew A Cat Once
BY LITUO HUANG.
I knew a cat once.
eyes it had.
Egg yolks against the edge of its tongue
purled with hooks
split and released daylight
onto a cooling plate.
A great follower, it would
trail me, playmate, tail crooked over spine
through the woods. Little soldier.
I fed it bread, broken
on my knees, infant to infant.
In the evening it called at the door.
One day I saw it for the last time
and of that day, nothing
no teacup, no rune, no puddinged entrails of sheep
bid me: mind this day.
My child screams like a kettle.
My husband grips me, asks
are you dreaming? Shakes.
It’s all been nothing since that cat.