First Blood
by Luke Henley
In the beginning
red puddles on the tile
and after on the bed
soon after the smiles
went away for a while.
Might have to change the diet of the animal
from something crystal-forming
to something more holistic.
Change the food before the fights begin.
The fights come after, but
first, blood.
First comes blood.
Then comes something worse.
The animal sits in the sill
like a fattened Queen of Hearts
I wish I could squeeze out her god damn eyeballs,
but you love her so much.
You must remove all traces,
and keep the box clean
or she will leave red puddles
and then we'll each get mean.
I won't go to bed mad one more time for her,
one more time.
Change the cleaning product
before the fights begin.
The fights come after, but
first, blood.
First comes the blood.
Then comes something unrehearsed,
something worse.
If you use ammonia-based sprays
or regular laundry detergent
your puddles will never dry
your fights will get more urgent
over this fat bitch idiot vomit cat.
They love ammonia
they love to piss on everything.
Just moved in and everything's great
you're in love and that is keen,
but there's piss everywhere.
No ammonia
or the fights begin.
They come after, but
first, blood.
First comes blood.
Life comes before the hearse,
something unrehearsed,
then something worse.
But first comes blood.