oh, my Friday

she got out her graham crackers,
only to throw them in Greek yogurt.

marshmallows and Hershey chips sat in a blue bowl.

really, it was kind of sad.

she got out a spoon that we knew
would break just as she got to the bottom
of all the lines yet to be entered so anyone
who needed to know got word just like that.

she learned what was taught.

down, like pat.

she got out some broken ice cubes,
awful aim tipping over a plastic pink cup.

Cat No. 111 of the 500 Cats Project

just shut your eyes

fig newtons
don’t quite look
appetizing, like
red snapper sleeping
on singed paper towels.

I’m just giving you
my two cents.

tell me how your
day went, and
let me know
that once and for
all, you’ll sleep.

fallen on the sofa
and sprawled on grass.

Cat No. 102 of the 500 Cats Project

smugly

your worries amuse,
as I lay here, quiet.

a fence deterring
an awkward climb.

fall to the ground,
and questions

from Mom.
angry, and disturbed

as she clambered to bed,
reaching for the covers.

naps at a time
ideal for fried eggs

are the new paradigm.
but I pretend, conformity flat.

you walk a little closer,
and I open one eye.

another step forward
wouldn’t be smart.

*(Hardly Visible) Cat No. 25 of the 500 Cats Project

Four minutes before work

Inverted, collected
ink splashed on wood
black forest cake
with icing in the center

Your cousins parade along curbsides of banks
but in their entirety
walk cloaked in eve
you, you’re like a small clown

whisking your tale back and forth
like I did with yolks twenty minutes before
saying hello as I gave you a grin
a frequency you could appreciate

Seated, protected
by the man outside
your playground, his canvas
his laughter, your fright

*Cat No. 17 of the 500 Cats Project