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There was a loud POP! -- like an angry tailpipe.
She
looked startled—kinda like it was just a backfire and
after--
She
looked sad.
I
look down for a moment…I’m beginning the decent.
I
look up-- and she’s vanished.
“God where’s a friend when you need one!”
Pitter pat pitter pat a cat whispers with his feet down
the stairwell
I
stare for a moment and then chuckle inside, “Thank God!”
“Man…I feel funny and I haven’t been drinking…”
So
I focus far away to readjust my thoughts and I stare
down the hallway.
Bending low from the saggy pregnant ceiling and the
light sorta does that too.
So
I’m just following its lead as I walk down the way.
“Feel free”, I say to the cat as I reach the end and
decide for relief.
So
he pees on the rug and so do I
And
we stare out the broken window together.
What an experience to share with a friend.
“Man I feel funny!”
I
stare down and admire our Modern art and decide it’s not
fair to compare,
Especially when my puddle is much redder.
“Ya
Know, I don’t think I’ve ever really loved cat!
Except, I had this pet when I was five or six—he looked
a lot like you.
Got
older though and I tend to go after a different kind of pussy!
Sometimes you ask for it, sometimes you take it;
“I
wish I would have stayed with you.”
My
sense of compassion is heightened as I focus low.
There’s almost an air of guilt as I watch a few ants
Drown in my bloody piss.
A
bit of glassy pain blots out the sun for a moment
And
when I return, I think of just floating in the water.
In
a raft with a slow leak,
An invitation…
To
alleviate, to get ride of all the bad memories.
That’s why you cry you know.
“But what happens when you can’t stop crying cat?”
I
think maybe the good memories go too.
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