You and I will paint the fluid sky, if only in tears, for orphaned cats who come our way. If I fail, I pray, as forever, for Bast to forgive me. I know she saw me sitting on a rock and saying goodbye before the move. This I know, in the days when cats were not the only orphans. Heaven is a place of fine, soft feet, padding in circles, in gravity's flaw.
Meg Smith is a writer, journalist, dancer, and events producer living in Lowell, Mass. US.A. In addition to Frost Zone Zine, her work has appeared in The Cafe Review, Dark Moon Digest, The Horror Zine, Déraciné, Raven Cage, and many more. She is author of five poetry books and a short fiction collection, The Plague Confessor. She welcomes visits at megsmithwriter.com.
See more of Meg’s poetry in issue 2.