At my friend’s house, her dryer made a sound like a sneezing cat. I immediately thought, “Sounds like Greedy” (my brother’s cat), and realized I didn’t even think of Spot, my cat that just died. Then, I pictured his life and was confused. How can a life take 11 years to unfold and at the same time be remembered in an instant? And a poem struck me. (Possibly the first inkling that a poetry season is coming on. Who would have thought?) Anyways, this is it.
A Rubber Band
is death is?