2 Poems by J.C. Todd

Lovely work by JC Todd–

North of Oxford

misty

After the Death
.
After the death
she listened
to the widower
to the children wild
or silent from grief
to the whine of the pup
that brushed her leg
because the leg he’d brushed
had disappeared
.
after this death
which came after others
which left behind grievers
whose sorrows she had consoled
.
it was the cat weighing in
at 3.7 pounds,
the cat whose eye pads
had lost their fatty tissue
whose hind legs, thinned
and thinning, could not
navigate the stairs
.
it was the cat she stroked
to feel her sorrow welling up
.
Slow Reading,
.
                          like diving deep
into a dumpster—it’s got a shape—
oblong, and a square footage
but its contents are unknown.
Slow reading, like rummaging
with a system, following the words
that soon aren’t words but
music or…

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