The cat’s paw keeps getting bigger.
Soon we will have to give it a name.

At the vet, the young receptionists all laugh.
Tell us it’s perfectly natural
though they haven’t seen
a single case like it.

We purchase pills, wrestle vitamins,
work cream after cream
into red skin.

The paw gets

Our house gets smaller.
Tiny as a toothpick
in a club sandwich.

We can’t keep anything
safe. Last night, the paw swiped
our memories clean.

Tomorrow, it threatens
to x-ray the sky.

SIGN UP FOR OUR NEWSLETTER. Get the weekly roundup from The Walrus, a collection of our best stories, delivered to your inbox. Learn More »

Elsewhere on