There is a knot in my cat’s tail
I cannot undo, he never sits. Or
I never sit, have you ever spent
a whole day walking, really?
(If you keep your hands tight
in your pockets it doesn’t count.)

There is a reed thin river down
near the beach where I shout
to the bridges each, two or three,
“Have you ever noticed how they ebb,
lick against their grassy shores?”
My cat is so clumsy he never sleeps.

(I think I told you to close your eyes
and here you are opening opening opening?)
There is a letter slit down its sides
and all of my utilities are pouring out,
cascading across the deviled floors
and all you do, cat, is drink more.

02/06/2008

Author's Note: restless leg syndrome kills.

Posted on 02/07/2008
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