The cat believes, first,in hunger. The sovereigndiscipline of blood in the teeth, clawto flesh, the hunter taught bestat dawn. I wake from dreamingto live prey upon the pillow,her expectant stare waitingfor the strike.Come, she says.Now you learn.This is the kindness of cats, the lesson writtenin the scrambled clawand quiet red:Beloved, may you never wake hungry.
Apprenticeship
Emma Johnson-Rivard
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Emma Johnson-Rivard is a doctoral student in fiction at the University of Cincinnati. Her work has appeared in Strange Horizons, Coffin Bell, Red Flag Poetry, and others. She can be found at Bluesky at @blackcattales and at emmajohnson-rivard.com.
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