SANCTUARY

For better resale value
and egotism
we built the house far bigger than we needed.
Childless by chance
I favored the notion
that a family might live here after us
and fill the place with noise and chaos.
But after so many years
I now believe these rooms would resent
the intrusion on their quiet.
One guest room has never seen a guest.
No one has slept there
except perhaps our shyest cat
long since deceased
as she escaped the wrath of her quarrelsome sister
or worse
the horror of the punishment
known as Company.
I peek into that room.
I still see the faint outline
the trace on the carpet
of the contents of her stomach
the hostess gift she frequently left
to remember her by.
So yes, she slept here.

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