Just as our flight takes off,
I wonder with a jolt of panic
If I have left enough food for the cat
I no longer have, the one who
Years ago fell asleep in the dryer
On top of a pile of clothes
Right before I closed the door
To warm them one more time.
It is always moments like this
When my subconscious chooses to remind me
In a visceral way that it is too late,
And I have made a fatal mistake.
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