The first thing that passed through my mind as I read the word "bum hole" in this poem was, "is this lady nuts?" The entire poem is with a tone of total disgust for the human race. Firstly she compares humans to cats. Elusive and very unemotional animals only capable of sex and peeing on things. One can also deduce I am not a cat person. But that still does not lose the certain meaning of the poem. For she, this speaker, is in her bed not wanting to get out and her only companion that we know of is her cat. This cat , she speaks of, also does not care if she were dead. It creates an image of the speaker. It makes her appear lonely and grumpy.
We can also see that the time of which she is speaking is the month of love which she then proceeds to describe the month as the "month of despair with a skewered heart in the middle." AKA we need to get this lady a man or prozac. But then we see the light at the end when she personifies the cat by talking in positive but firm tones about seizing the day. Makes me think this Atwood lady isn't so crazy after all...well only slightly.
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