I know you don’t care
First cold December Sunday morning
in New York, on the Hudson, so
the cat goes to her spot
where heat rises from the floor, and
the door to the boiler room is and the air stings my
face like a piece of jagged ice and
I could show you a picture but you
don’t care and I know that because
nobody likes looking at other people’s cats.
In addition to writing, Kate Gallagher likes to help kids with homework.