Pale She
Her eye turns inward, vision dims and movement stills as winter claims her Thoughts like leaves fall slow, hesitate, drift, rustle, sigh. Frost-rimed remnants rot. Some paler she asks: do you see the sky through me? Do I frame its...
Disappearance
"This is going to sting." I nod. "No, this is going to sting a lot." That warrants a dry swallow and a second nod, more nervous this time. The first thing they'd done at the mod parlor was shave my fur. A smooth line back from my muzzle toward my...
Unimportant Verse 18
Every day, I learn to say "I love you" in a whole new way. And every day, I fall short of being understood.
Unimportant Verse 17
Cover me, crush me, compress me. Squeeze me down until I fit in your pocket. Let me jangle among your keys, or slip between bills in your wallet. Forget me, let me fray, let me fall apart. And, some day, pull me free, dust me off, flatten...
Unimportant Verse 16
I live my life in eternal terror of the completeness of your own. I take up so little space and impinge upon it so gently, I only hope that there is space enough for a 'dear' here and a 'lovely' there. If beauty is at the edge of the...
Unimportant Verse 15
Mi glutos mian amon por vi. Mi glutos mian amon. Mi glutos mian amon por vi Kaj frandos la ekflamadon de magnezio, Gxuos la oferbucxadon, Gxojos la auxtolizadon De sekretaj cxeloj. Mi glutos mian amon por vi. Mi glutos mian amon. * *...
Liminality
A year starts not on January first. The days may hunder but the seasons speak of time's long march, of fast time, slow time. Thirst for "start" and "end" neglects the limen sleek. So, why do some unsubtle sciences forget...
The eighteenth whisker on the left is brown
The eighteenth whisker on the left is brown. I know this after countless nights awake beside you, watching every quiet breath. You puff your whiskers out on every yawn. On longer work-filled days, your whiskers wilt, ...
Please look up
I quickly grow tired of my own footfalls. Those same padded feet hitting that same hard-packed path. Those same claws leaving those same indentations in the same dirt, that dirt that lies halfway between mud and stone. Was that the same stone? It must...
At His Whim
Oh god. Oh god oh god oh god. How the fuck did I wind up here? Okay, cat, come on, you can do this. Mind's all sorts of hazy, but just need to keep track of things, try and remember back to where things got started. Oh god, so full...how does...oh...