208.1: Anis Shivani:: from Death is a Festival
5 September 2016
Oh, the cat again. Sometimes I think she’s a weird alien from another planet or an ancient creature that's time traveled into this future. She is meowing her head off at me, though she's already gotten food, a trip outside, water and her daily massage. She meows at me to see what else I’ll give her. And though such behavior could become tiresome, she always manages to do something entrancing when I'm on the verge of irritation, ensuring I’m endlessly charmed. Such are these sonnets from Anis Shivani’s “Death is a Festival.”