Animals: “Context” by Lauren Camp
Context
He puts the dead cat in the hole we dug,
her fur still warm. For a minute
we have a small aperture of awareness.
My hair spatters into my eyes.
The last days, she fell off the windowsill;
we adapted to hold her more.
Now the wind crawls over.
Tonight thousands of stars repair the sky.
With my phone I take a photo of the stars
and I’ve just now looked at the photo so I can show you
the dormant calm of light
but the photo is
gray-black and etched empty
with two microscopic pinpoints.
Nobody else is here.
The traffic continues with its equations.