Going Away.
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 lights them 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 sobbing 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. Or maybe that is the highest one can be to enlightenment: a charming, happy, loving, weird, troublesome house cat