Quantum string
Jenny Blackford
The cat who's finally learnt at ten years old to sleep in a cardboard box perches now, lemur-precarious, at the edge of an over-full chair softly snoring. Even an old cat can learn new tricks from the Great Felinity who tangles quantum string round softly-hissing black hole balls deep in the centre of the multiverse.
This poem was first published in Asimov’s Science Fiction Magazine, May/June 2019
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