a little quicker, please.

paper is not truly paper
the faster today goes by.

eyes blink like crickets
that spent their years
navigating, interpreting
dances around fires
that won’t go out, ever.

a pencil beautifies
like $20 eyeliner
and four rows of ice
thrown on the street
as she slowly walks.

routine is a construct
chewed on by old flies.

Cat No. 98 of the 500 Cats Project