Issue 7 – Radavich


David Radavich

Ninth Life

Let’s try this again.
A cat disappears. Nothing.

Many questions.
A half-empty bowl.

Never knowing
if she was kidnaped
or simply knelt

down under
the moon: Basta!

Too horrifying
to think of murder.

Still we pace
like pall-bearers

when the neighbor’s
tom comes home.

Silence in
the teeth of night.