a hairless Rat............
I cannot breathe around them.
My skin inflames, my eyes swell, and sometimes....
I cannot breathe at all.
I keep a dose of Benadryl on me at ALL times.
I can't go to parties, at friend's houses, who have pets.
I even have a tube of Benadryl CREAM in my bag of trix,
in case something SCRATCHES me.
The welt like a mosquito-bite, will draw up all along my arms.
Something everyone else can enjoy....
I can never ever touch.
A pet, a companion....
I get fish.
I pack my ointments and drugs.
I get it.
This is what I can, and cannot do.
I can never have a pet that looks me back in the face
with deep Mammal Eyes.
I can never bury my face in the fur, of a four-legged loved one.
Wags their tail, sleeps in my bed...
Sleeps in my bed????
I have a stuffed Rat, named Lenny,
Ken Liek gave him to me, when the last
bastion of FURRY was taken from me--and
I had to give little Bill, my Rat, to a nursery school.
So I could breathe at night.
It was a hard break up.
Lenny sleeps in my bed, now.
I love him.
Do you have a cat???
I cannot sleep at your House.
I cannot even have dinner, there.
(we drank at my apartment tonight...because lil' O.J.
has a GREAT PATIO, but a bevy of critters.)
I wouldn't DREAM
of asking her to get rid of her animals............
So I could hang out there,
*slips the cracked soap box back under her feet*
How could I forget???
The cat girl, who cannot have a cat................
It wasn't my frame of mind.
I wasn't prepared to FIGHT.
I didn't think....
I'd need to.