you argue.
that thing, you’re so good at it.
speaking without commas, howling infrequently but when you’re loud, everyone hears. the district knows, but most people are too tired to get out of bed and look out the window, seeing you emulate broken chalk, reading some minuscule number that denotes just how busy you really are.
or, just how busy you really were.
I’ve seen your eyes, clay cups the size of children’s fists.
you’ve seen my face, thinning while you hide and when you return, I shake like toads scampering for life in the middle of our incomplete, mucky July and I wonder
if you could be A-OK.
closing time.
Cat No. 91 of the 500 Cats Project
this is great
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Thank you. 🙂
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nice things are happening here but then again I always enjoy your poetry
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Thank you for your support. And of course, your writing is a great breath of fresh air.
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