THE big red cat sleeps dreaming on our cot.
Is her world the same as mine or not?
I don’t like the dog that barks all night,
nor does she
She hates fleas and mites, and I agree.
CRUMPLED pages lie beside my keyboard. The notion lingers that if I can just find the right voice, the right cross between irony and sorrow with a little joie de vivre thrown in, then the words would spew out…[too much like a volcano? Vomit?]…spill out onto the fresh white pages.
SOME SAY cats don’t like
to make eye contact.
Mine does.
We have stare-downs
whenever we’re both awake.
EVERY closet is a walk-in closet if you try hard enough.
–(The Captain’s Speech 6/7/21)
HERE I AM, God
Here I be
Flawed,
Damaged
I be
But I am me
So you see…
A bird with only one wing
Can sing
But not fly with its kind.
Is a bird with one wing
Any good?
Does God love
a race horse
With a broken leg?
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