Ending Story

I brought my cat
all the way from the east coast
because we really loved each other
and also, you got him for me
when I was fourteen years old
In California he was scared
and he disappeared
I hung up shitty signs around the neighborhood
but people didn’t see them
because everything looked the same
I cried for a month
staring into my plastic backyard 
and the signs stayed stuck to the poles 
for far too long
it never rains here 
I’m terrible at grieving 
and I laughed at the word coyote tattooed on my ankle
they often kill cats around Los Angeles
but that tattoo was for you

(a poem I wrote in a series about 2011 for my poetry class this past semester)

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