Alex C Eisenberg

Driving my cat to her terminal diagnosis

The air this morning
was thick like I like it.
The sky wasn’t even
sky but water held
in suspension. So
thick it stayed
aloft yet somehow left
a finest mist
across every surface—
almost imperceptible
except in its accumulation.
Like morning dew
but sadder. Like hail but
even heavier. The whole
horrible thing like a bubble
of grief but before
it has been pierced.

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Alex C Eisenberg is a child of the western high desert and the Pacific Northwest rain-forest, with ancestral ties to Eastern Europe. Her soul is rooted in these wonderful landscapes and her writing springs forth from that connection. Alex currently lives by candlelight with her partner, their beloved cats and their flock of misfit chickens in the foothills of the Olympic Mountains. To read more of her work, follow @alexceisenberg on Twitter or visit alexandriaceisenberg.wordpress.com