flush, then get another

i could do a cat maybe.

maybe,

though, i'd prefer

a dog.

but a cat wouldn't need much.

water,

some food set out.

i could leave

for a month

with no problem.

no issues, no argument.

but still.

the flea collar,

the purring, the sandbox.

shots,

and then the getting

old part.

attachment and

the sorrow which follows.

maybe a fish.

a gold fish.

a bright orange thing

swimming

in circles all day,

reminding me

of my own life, perhaps.

but

replaceable like so much

of the world now.

when it's done,

you flush

and move on. get another.