unwanted raze you would think after a lifetime of being rejected, mocked, marginalized, ignored, pissed on, lied to, lied about, stolen from, used, pushed away, ghosted, taken for granted, and treated as a lesser form of life by most of the people and institutions that claim to care for you, you'd get used to this sort of thing. but you never really do. don't take it personally. it's just part of the rigged game we call living. 230404 ... ovenbird She is living amidst the boxes and detritus of his life. She hides under the bed when people come. She doesn’t trust them. When the house is quiet and empty she stalks the dusty hallways and refuses to use the litter box, because there’s no one left to make her. She belonged to him but his heart stopped and he died on the bedroom floor and now she belongs to no one. This is how you become unwanted. Just like the three old turntables that haven’t worked in decades and the vintage radio and the closet full of moth-eaten sheets and the refrigerator with its melted handle and a lifetime's worth of unopened mail. When people come to pick through the remains of his life, she is just another discarded thing, her body full of bones no different from the bags of trash scattered around the house. No one wants to take her home. She’s thirteen years old, skittish, not the type to wrap around your ankles and purr. She represents a responsibility that no one wants to take on. The animal shelters are full and there are no other options. So one day soon someone will catch her and pack her in a crate and take her to the last place she will ever go where she’ll join the one who left her in whatever afterlife exists for souls who have been abandoned and forgotten. 260210 what's it to you? who go blather from