For Day 16, an anagrammatic poem about our cat, Kevin.
Keep her, as in what my husband knew I would say if he pointed out the kitten on our back porch, small and black with ears too big for her head.
Every day I tell her the things I would like to say to myself—“You’re beautiful and everyone loves you.”
Violent, sometimes. Even a cat as large as her can only carry the burden of so much love and need.
In the hardest moment, the forging together of something that would be a family, she came to us and waited for us to let her inside.
Named by our daughter, she is not so much ours as we are hers, a lesson she brought with her from the very first day.