We are posting our last wills and testaments,
our final messages on what the Brobdingnagians call Tiktok.
We struggle to find the right music. Lucy Dacus, Weird Al Yankovic.
"To my beloved Annabell, this is cat food. The cats here
are the size of Shetland ponies, and the Shetland ponies
are the size of buses. This cat food may look normal dry food
but within lies a succulent, soft, meaty center.
It is like my love for you. It is much to consider."
"To Robert: this cat toy, the size of a corgi, is full
of a soporific the likes of which could spavin every tiger
in Bengal. Deep s. indica, to be used sparingly."
For you, love, I save these notes. It seems as though outside
the storm is slackening and we can leave this pet store. On the glistening streets
the buses run again, are the size of thunderclouds,
they are full of electricity and fire and boredom and need.
I save for you these notes written in my hand.
I save for you these notes too small to read.
I save for you these notes as small as cat's teeth,
these notes on the backs of receipts.
I save for you these notes for when I whisper into
the shell of your ear and fall asleep within.