from the desert, once a week.
Sometimes, when I whisper for my cat to join me, she does. Hops or crawls up, her thick pink belly swinging. She folds her paws under herself and stares at me, angles herself to be pet the way she likes.
Other times, she will not.
This is love. Coming and watching and sometimes saying no, with your body. Mostly, though, saying yes with everything.
Middle of the day, I am crying. My friend reaches for her coffee and I think she is going to hug me. I bark, “I don’t want a…