The Appointment

We are going to kill the cat today.
His paw comforts her and tells her goodbye,
That all of this is perfect.

Our shopping will be separate today.
She needs a different kind of sustenance.
Our meals will be distanced.
We are not ready.
We cannot share such different sustenance.
I feed upon dead flesh.
She insist upon okra and pumpkin seeds.
She wishes to live smaller.
I intend to die large.

We go to the gym to change ourselves today.
She is lifting weights.
She is removing worries.
I am carrying weights.
I am culminating angst.
She has lived a little longer.
I will die a little more.
She wishes to run, run away a little longer.
I wish to run, run into it a little faster.

The cat will be killed at 5:40pm.
She will shed her tears.
I will use them to cry.
This is perfect.
We do not need to be ready.