tea parties.

but they’re pouring
more lemonade
than I’d expect.

possibly, a sign
of optimism
in the face of influenza.

what do I say here?

chewing on leaves
only to grimace
for veins don’t ooze sweets.

I am sure I could
fit in an average suitcase
though lugging’s an impossibility.

peek outwardly.

Cat No. 57 of the 500 Cats Project