I Am Trying To Leave Myself Behind


The cat pads across the centipede grass,

nose to the ground, searching for a persistent mole.


Yesterday, he growled at me when I bent

with a wad of paper towels over his quivering Icarus—

wings incapable of flight, small gulping agonies


caught in the maw of a being without pity, despite a wrecked appendage,

hanging splayed and useless from long, glamorous whiskers.


And while some things aren’t meant for saving,

I’ve been saved for now by some dire-faced angel

who holds me spent and panting in a paper shroud


she’ll place gently on the porch railing 

then close the door on my fate, 

which is a sorry one, I’m here to tell you.

Julia Wendell is Founding Editor of Galileo Press. Her sixth full-length volume of poems, The Art of Falling, was published by FutureCycle Press in 2022. She lives in Aiken, South Carolina, and is a three-day event rider.