RHEA MANLEY

Ailurophilia

It’s the way how Nancy came in
from the back, into the kitchen

how our eyes made four
as she advanced

how I jumped on the counter, bawled out Maya! 
a cat is coming and she is not afraid.

How Maya put sardine-oiled bread out
which Nancy ate up quick

how we prompted the neighbourhood chat, Your cat? 
as she seemed friendly, and Jon scathed Yours now, it seems.

how we let her inside after treating her fleas,
how she seemed to put weight on with nice life

to become imperious at the sight of a shut door
as if imagining we hid something special

and then stowed her kittens in cupboard crannies.
Mummy dubbed her fierce for she defended them

from toms. She seemed to be going mad,
shutting herself in, burying her waste in receipt piles

and we neutered her because, shit,
nobody was taking the kittens they’d claimed and four was enough.

How they pawed her stitches, still wanting
milk and she lost her patience.

How Leroy would look at us affronted
when we tried them on canned chow

would find a vile crawling thing to devour
as though saying see food here.

How Wendy nearly never make it, no breath for minutes
and to this day she can’t meow normal

how at first Alpha’s balls never drop and for a while
we thought what a brave girl, but  you know, that story kinda normal,

for the other day I heard of a cat who became Mister
Sharon upon a similar discovery

how I started to watch cat
how my man at the time sour

him face to say puss carry spirit
and I couldn’t argue, as I see Wendy watching blank walls already

how Alpha stop tek talk
when him and Nancy stop size

how he couldn’t hunt, would steal prey and gloat;
how he and Leroy started to move close

how one night Leroy came home alone
Alpha, lost for days, returned with no tail

locked in the bathroom for his healing,
as I marked Twelfth Night essays, I heard Malvolio in him.

but once the man get better
he run up in the neighbour trap.

we figured…so him stay,
and I said, Cho, he soon come back

Maya never thought so, did up a flyer
in a private message, a neighbour answered

how we thought she could just pick him up
and JSPCA adoptions said whoops, you outta luck.

Man Killed in Alleged Bird Shooting Accident, Hotelier Questioned

once again that passive voice reportage

[that] [t]he deceased Anthonio Davis       38.
a wood carver of Carey Park Trelawny
was accidentally shot
                                       after [prominent hotel] executive 
                                                                                                   ‘s firearm went off prematurely as he
                                       took aim to fire at a bird

the comment section hazards
who might the article name
with roles reversed
indeed.        who signs off on our
Aaaaaaaaaapermits
Aaaaaaaaaaassessments

Rhea Manley is a Jamaican poet and educator. Her work explores how postcolonial struggles, state violence, and women’s autonomy affect daily life. Manley was selected as a Bocas Breakthrough Fellow (Trinidad and Tobago, 2024) Her poetry was also shortlisted for the Edward Baugh Prize for Poetry (Jamaica, 2019 and 2022). Her writing has appeared in PREE Magazine, New Voices: Selected by Lorna Goodison (UWI Press, 2019) and other literary outlets.