05-08-2011, 01:04 PM
my cat is sleeping on the counter
beside the patio doors tonight.
a mewling cushion, perhaps thirteen,
as nervous and frail as when we bought her
and her late sister from a friend of my mother's,
a recovering addict with a house full of pets
which scampered over newspapers,
pissing and shitting everywhere.
I take my gray pyjama top from the dryer
below her resting place
and embrace the warmth in these early hours.
I feel like we're both old tonight.
beside the patio doors tonight.
a mewling cushion, perhaps thirteen,
as nervous and frail as when we bought her
and her late sister from a friend of my mother's,
a recovering addict with a house full of pets
which scampered over newspapers,
pissing and shitting everywhere.
I take my gray pyjama top from the dryer
below her resting place
and embrace the warmth in these early hours.
I feel like we're both old tonight.
"We believe that we invent symbols. The truth is that they invent us; we are their creatures, shaped by their hard, defining edges." - Gene Wolfe