to rescue cats and dogs,
birds
with broken wings,
even an injured
squirrel,
twisting in the wind
on the side
of the road, would get
her care.
her house was an infirmary
of animals,
stitched up,
bandaged, some with splints
on their legs,
ice on their fur,
feathers
were everywhere as
ointments
and smelling salts
filled the air.
even old friends
and lovers
would line up for her care,
which made
less room for me,
it seems i wasn't broken
enough for her.
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