It seemed to make sense.
We were together, holding hands
under the moon and stars,
when you started talking about cat food
and I responded all too knowingly.
“We can’t really feed the cat dog food,”
you said, and I said we were feeding the cat
the dog. With no surprise or urgency,
you breathed deeply and declared firmly this was the end,
that from now on we would have proper cat food.
We were together in a world
where the injustice of feeding the cat the dog