She is quite satisfactorily cat-like
and has formed herself to fit our spaces,
even the dog-shaped ones,
with greater or lesser grace.
She's tangible enough, especially when she
decides that a drink of sink water is far more important
than my teeth being brushed, my face washed.
Like all objects of love, though, she can be
elusive, and illustrative
of our need to hold and mold and control,
and the certainty of failing at it.
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