| The Cat by Robert Wells When you called me that Sunday at 8:02pm and it took you 17 minutes and 12 seconds to tell me that you didn't think you loved me as much as you did six months ago, I didn't think about time I had wasted. I didn't even cry until I thought about our cat -- how she'd never sleep between us, purring like a cell phone on vibrate. |
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Robert Wells is a poet, journalist and social activist. He was the
editor-in-chief of the oldest student-run lesbian, gay, bisexual,
transgender, intersex and queer-affirming publication in the U.S. for
three years, which publishes an annual art and literary issue. He has
been published in the U.S. and The Netherlands and has studied under |