she thinks I am cute
but for her, I cannot say the same
I crouch and retreat
in disinterested anticipation
for church will soon let out.

children, soccer moms, terriers
and rattles, dolls of the squishiest plush
I like these
the latter, not the former
because it’s too cloudy for all that noise.

she steps closer, that frequency
“Hey cutie!” “Hey loser.”
I know you’ve told your friends
you’re off to read at the library
though it’s only me you care to study.

*Cat No. 11 of the 500 Cats Project