If my cats could walk me down the aisle at my wedding,
I’d let them. Can you imagine?
I’m in my poofy wedding dress and my two cats
are in little cat dresses (not as pretty as mine, of course).
The rest of the wedding party has already walked,
so it’s our turn. My cats stand up on their hind legs somehow
to walk on their two back feet. We can’t
link arms because they’re too short so instead
each cat grabs a part of my dress,
one on either side of me.
The cats walk me down the aisle and hand me off
to my spouse-to-be, tears welling up in their eyes.
I hug them and tell them how much I love them.
They meow back, their voices cracking with
the bittersweet happiness that comes from
letting someone go.
Rachel Tanner is a queer, disabled writer whose work has recently appeared in Moonchild Magazine, Barren Magazine, Peach Mag, and elsewhere. She tweets @rickit.
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