Darling I have fed the cat
slipped to the side of the bed
which is yours, smelling slightly of lime.
I have resisted, repented,
renamed the bed’s corner. Carry on
for I’ve left four times
still you’re the only one gone.
This is madness unraveling slowly
a string hitting the floor
and the cat does not move
there is no hunger. Darling
I have fed the cat.