This poem is about the cat I cared for before Mumphrey. I was also taking a T.S. Eliot grad class at SFSU and was reading Allen Ginsberg a lot when I wrote it.
In conversation with my cat I asked about
Eliot and if she’d met him, but she bit me
and told me she was just a cat who had
drank from the waters of Lethe.
To which I replied, “Yes, I gulped them too,
but I don’t think I drank that much.”