LETTERS From CAMP Rehoboth |
CAMP Poetry |
by Lee Arnold |
A Perfect Family by Lee Arnold I get up to go to the bathroom only to find the cat curled up in my place, like a somnolent caterpillar, her back touching yours. You turn and reach out for me, but instead you touch Pepper, and both of you become wide awake with sounds like startled pigeons. You address her with mimic complaints how she kept you up all night, how only now she stays quiet and still. I pick her up and place her on the floor and resituate myself where she just lay. I ignore you and your complaining. In a minute she jumps back on the bed, and the three of us curl up, she in your arms, and you in mine. A perfect family. |
LETTERS From CAMP Rehoboth, Vol. 10, No. 5, May 19, 2000. |