Cat on Main Street, by Ashley Sgro

Coarse fur from heavy tires.
Missing head. Flesh pressed
into loose asphalt. An oval of blood
dried across your stomach. But
your one arm reaches
up to flag its white
paw. Open and empty,
it’s signaling me to stop
traffic, to barge
onto the roadway, to save. You
are waiting for me to tent
myself over your remains.
Waiting for the warmth
of my hovering
body like the dry
heat of an incubating sun.


Ashley Sgro has always been infatuated with words and writing. As an avid reader and eternal writer, she dedicates her free time to composing poetry and flash fiction. Ashley currently lives in New Jersey. Visit her at

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