One Life Short of Nine
I envy cats. Meatloaf-shaped,
they snooze, unburdened
by original sin. They dream
of rodent conquests
and catnip, but never
broken laws.
Emily snores, while
the frayed fabric of my couch
begs confession. She mews
no mea culpa
and lives a licked-clean life.
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