"Get rid of death. Celebrate increase. Make it be spring."
February
My initial thought at the end of this poem was that the speaker is quite scatterbrained. She goes from winter, to her cat, to frustrations about too many cats, to population pressure, to random food cravings, back to the cat and his bumhole, and then the whole poem is finished off with a straight-to-the-point final line. Overall, though, I believe it speaks of her frustrations about the month of February and winter in general. She doesn't like it, and seems to be taking out her anger on every subject that comes to mind instead. I can't help but relate lines 16-24 to what I am studying right now in AP Human Geography; population growth and the problems it causes. The speaker seems to recognize these problems, although not in as serious a manner as I've noticed geographers do. Again, it seems to just be a frustration that she randomly voices in her despair about it being February. Although I may seem to be criticizing the randomness of the poem, I don't think it's a bad thing. Rather, I think it adds to the effect of the speaker's frustration and help to convey the overall contained, frustrated tone of the poem.
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