Anthony Lusardi
lucky
i was against my brother Daniel bringing home a new cat. i figured his name was a cover-up for the fact that he was a diva. wanting inside every two minutes. then wanting outside. pawing at my feet when he wanted extra food in his bowl. or just attention. not caring if i was going up the stairs or down. or carrying a heavy load. or meowing at night outside my bedroom door. when he didn’t want to sleep alone.
but i can’t deny that there were days. when it was nice to have another face to talk to. when i was feeling anxiety or depression. worrying about bills to pay. or a prescription delivery. or having a whiskey session. often joining me in company with my mother’s urn. in one-sided conversations. where most of the time, he just stared. as if to say to me. “You know the answer to your own question.”
french language workshop
is there a better way
to say hello?
About the Author
Anthony Lusardi lives in Rockaway, New Jersey. His poetry has appeared in Modern Haiku, The Cicada’s Cry, Frogpond, hedgerow, and bottle rockets. He has four haiku chapbooks, his latest titled raindrops from yesterday. Copies can be purchased by email at lusardi133@gmail.com.