The cat stretches her paw toward my hand
to say do not write about climate change
again tonight make it global warming
does anyone still call it that or did
accurate euphemisms win the day
the cat knows it’s too hot to be outside
that is why she snuggles against my leg
in a desperate attempt to avoid
the weather in all its apocalypse
will we huddle against the darkness though
still too hot to move more than once around
the block just to say that we could do it
even a small hill puts us out of breath
a catastrophe we brought on ourselves
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Joshua Keiter 