Poetry by Holly Day

The Cat

for years, I dreamed of eating you, of trapping you between

my paws and staring you into submission. too many years

spent salivating over you

and now that I have you, trapped under my claws

I’m not sure what to do with you, my heart

urges me to smother you before you can run, to

swallow you whole like a snake would a rat, but my

heart aches at the thought of this

being completely over

misses the chasing games we used to play, the ones you

finally lost. I will always be watching you

even during those times you think I’m asleep, eyes

half-lidded in nonchalance, faking

indifference. today, you get to

be the pet, my own, my only, and tomorrow

I’ll only eat a bit of your tail for breakfast.


The Last Day

on the last day, the vampires opened the caskets, crept

out of basements, mausoleums

underground bunkers, to find a world

peopled by the shambling

dying and dead, a radioactive

landscape glowing as red and molten

as the day the Earth first

began to cool. they strutted around

for the first few hours, kings of the world

before becoming sick themselves

from feeding off of

the radioactive dead

the dead blood burning like white lightning

all the way down. soon, even the last vampire

shuddered into dust

long before the rays of the sun pinked

the flaming horizon.

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About Holly Day

Holly Day is a housewife and mother of two living in Minneapolis, Minnesota who teaches needlepoint classes in the Minneapolis school district. Her poetry has recently appeared in Hawai’i Pacific Review, The Oxford American, and Slipstream, and she is a recent recipient of the Sam Ragan Poetry Prize from Barton College. Her book publications include Music Composition for Dummies, Guitar-All-in-One for Dummies, and Music Theory for Dummies, which has recently been translated into French, Dutch, Spanish, Russian, and Portuguese.