rummaging in the exhaust
of tires interrogated,
brought to deflate
when the alibi of “dinner party”
failed to beckon
the nods of swaying jurors.
to find the ring
already retrieved.
clanking down the garbage disposal
while Tim screamed, “Fuck,”
looking for a place to hide,
fork prongs bent between bluish teeth.
Cats No. 64 and 65 of the 500 Cats Project
If you can’t bring the jurors around to see your point of view, you are nowhere-
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If the cats are the jurors, we’re screwed.
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haha
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I love this 500 cats project and your execution of it! May I share this project as my Sunday Share? I will credit you and provide a link back.
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Absolutely! Thank you. I will make sure to stop by your blog today. 🙂
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And check back in Sunday! 🙂
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Of course!
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