POEM AS PET
by Herb Kitson
She promised to take care of it,
feed it, change its water,
keep its cage clean.
She loved it enough to stay up
with it at night when she heard it
whimpering, worked hard
to housebreak it, took it for walks
in all kinds of weather.
POEM was all she could talk about.
She loved it so much she couldn't let it alone.
She'd pet it and pet it and pet it.
In fact, she handled the thing so much
it up and died on her.
The vet said young poems
shouldn't be given too much attention.
It interferes with their sleep cycles.
Art by
Lizzy
Williams
Herb Kitson is a Professor
of English on the Titusville Campus of The University of Pittsburgh. He
has had recent work in Black Dirt, Chiron Review, The Comstock Review,
The endless Mountain Review, Heart, The Exchange, The Chattahoochee Review,
The Humanist, Negative Capability, The New York Quarterly, Pearl, The Pittsburgh
Quarterly, Poetry East, Witness, and Yankee. This is his
first appearance in Poetry Depth Quarterly.
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