The Sunshine Cat by Kamala Das

 The Sunshine Cat

 

Kamala das

They did this to her, the men who know her, the man

She loved, who loved her not enough, being selfish

And a coward, the husband who neither loved nor

Used her, but was a ruthless watcher, and the band

Of cynics she turned to, clinging to their chests where

New hair sprouted like great-winged moths, burrowing her

Face into their smells and their young lusts to forget

To forget, oh, to forget, and, they said, each of

Them, I do not love, I cannot love, it is not

In my nature to love, but I can be kind to you.

They let her slide from pegs of sanity into

A bed made soft with tears, and she lay there weeping,

For sleep had lost its use. I shall build walls with tears,

She said, walls to shut me in. Her husband shut her

In, every morning, locked her in a room of books

With a streak of sunshine lying near the door like

A yellow cat to keep her company, but soon

Winter came, and one day while locking her in, he

Noticed that the cat of sunshine was only a

Line, a half-thin line, and in the evening when

He returned to take her out, she was a cold and

Half dead woman, now of no use at all to men.

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