frantic little cat, my most insistent cat
when I write you settle in my lap on top of
my laptop, an arching purring ur self, these are
your words, cat speak, body in the bend of mine
face in my face, nose pushing my nose, in & out of
the shower, head wetter than mine, your own towel
between times skidding through the side porch
flying rugs across floors, howling out of sight
until at last you hone your claws on sisal
leap to your high bed where you curl & slump
like your sister, so still upstairs on the spare bed
I think she might be dead, Alice, I say, she bares
her belly, curls to my hand, it’s enough to skip
the romp her downstairs brother lives for
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