In a college dorm, in a prison, in a marriage
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When I open the door my cat slips between my legs, as he does every morning, trots to the kitchen, where he curls in his usual spot beneath the table in a shaft of sunlight slanting through the blinds. On the welcome mat he has left me a bluebird’s spindly legs, tailfeathers, a heart licked clean as a smooth brown stone. Wake up!
David Denny