What the Cats Know

[ChristopherSea]

final version

What the Cats Know

Only the night
and occasional cat
see me naked,
sneaking out to the recycle bin
or standing on my deck
in the rain.

I’m capable of baring all
in the sunlight,
revealing that one testicle
hangs lower;
letting it be known that an alien
worm clings to my skin and taunts
where my appendix used to be.
I could expose that blue veins
fishnet my loins and thighs
after making love
or vigorous exercise.

Buried beneath my clothing
hide those furtive moles,
the splattered ink of secrets.
Scars gossip
of my journey.
Deeper still, where axons amass
and synapses bathe,
dwell the murmurs
of how I feel for you.

My layers are transparent
at night
and I become a glass artichoke.

Before the moon,
I lose all mystery.



Ella/Todd/tectak/milo edit 4/version 3.5 Thank you my fellow poets!

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What the Cats Know

Ella/Todd/tectak edit 3/version 3

Only the night
and occasional cat
see me naked and vulnerable,
sneaking out to the recycle bin
or standing on my deck
in the cathartic rain.

I’m capable of baring all
in the bright sunlight,
revealing that one testicle
hangs lower than the other;
letting it be known
that an alien worm
clings to my skin and taunts
where my appendix used to be.
I could expose that blue veins
fishnet my loins and thighs
after making love
or vigorous exercise.

Buried beneath clothing hides
those furtive moles,
the splattered ink of secrets.
Scars gossip of my journey
and unspoken history.
Deeper still, where axons amass
and synapses bathe,
dwell murmurs of how
I feel for you.

My layers are transparent
at night
and I become a glass artichoke.
Before the moon,
I lose all mystery.



Ella/Todd/tectak edit 3/version 3 Thanks my fellow poets!
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What the Cats Know

Ella/Todd edit 1/version 2.0

Only the night
and occasional cat
see me naked and vulnerable,
while sneaking out to the recycle bin
or standing on my deck
in the purging rain.

I’m capable of baring all
in the bright sunlight;
disclosing that one testicle
hangs lower than the other;
letting it be known
that an alien worm
clings to my skin and taunts
of where my appendix used to be.
I could divulge that blue veins
fishnet my loins and thighs
after making love
or vigorous exercise.

Beneath clothing hides
those furtive moles,
the splattered ink of secrets;
my journey and unspoken history.
Deeper still, where axons amass
and synapses lie bare,
dwell murmurs of how
I feel for you.

My layers are transparent
at night
and I become a glass artichoke.
Before the moon,
I lose all mystery.



Ella/Todd edit 1/version 2.0 Thanks fellow poets
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In daylight,
I am perpetually cloaked
in fabric, leather and white lab-coat;
over-fettered by words and monthly reports.
Only the night and occasional cat
see me naked and vulnerable,
while sneaking out to the recycle bin
or standing on my deck
in the purging rain.

I’m capable of baring all
in the bright sunlight;
disclosing that one testicle
hangs lower than the other
or let it be known that an alien worm
clings to my skin and taunts
of where my appendix used to be.
I could divulge that blue veins
fishnet my loins and thighs
after making love
or vigorous exercise.

Beneath clothing hides
those furtive moles,
the splattered ink of secrets;
my journey and unspoken history.
Deeper still, where axons amass
and synapses lie bare,
dwell murmurs of how
I feel for you.

My layers are transparent
at night
as I become a glass artichoke.

Before the moon,
I lose all mystery.