Twenty Years

You've been dying here for twenty years.

I remember
When the city worked
Holding up onto the sink
My once thick cat
To streaming faucet water.
Thirsty, she wouldn't drink.

It seemed the war would never end.
I promised not to suffer lost causes again.
May god have mercy.

- 3/17/25

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