one stuffed cat

i’m sure i cried for you at walmart when i was 2 or something;

and to get me to quiet, mom (23) put you in the cart.

thats how all good things begin.

when I was 4 I dragged you around to the neighbors apartment

scared to death their dog was going to attack you.

was that even me?

that time no longer exists

and we never even held a funeral.