On St. Valentine's Day my True Love gave to me:
My beloved runs naked into my bedroom.
It's Otis! It's Otis!
And it is. Was.
I can't really get into it.
The worst/best part was burying him in my parents' backyard
wrapped in a flowered sheet
Steven has brought incense
The kind I like
An expensive gift.
This will be a Buddhist ceremony, apparently.
He breaks the stick in two
hands me one half
put it to your forehead
then put it in with Otis.
I put it in
and burn my finger on Steven's embered end
And I am kneeling in the soft garden soil
When I get up and around
Da is holding up the side of the house.
That was real nice he says.
And I weep all over him.
I asked the Steven what he thought Otis' next reincarnation would be. "Magnificent." And that is a very fine answer.
maybe that is the highest one can be to enlightenment: a charming,
happy, loving, weird, troublesome house cat. Our cat. The first we chose
together. And Otis said, "Yes!" And loved us back.