Cautious on a couch
we made mild plans
to go to the store
just to come back to bed.

Oh! Thank you!
thankyouthankyouthankyou.

Thanks.
Thank you.

That's nice, thank you.

Oh wow! Thanks!

Thank you. Thank you.
I appreciate that.

Hey, thanks.
Thank you.
Thank you.

Thank you.

Cats could walk tightropes,
but they'd never think
to brag.
They rather hunger.

We may blood better
but pretend we don't.

Instead
we love cats
and people keeping balance,
love purring over pork
and going 'ooohh.'

Like a tax return,
once or twice a day,
I wondered
when you'd get here,

thought about ways
of making you
spent.

i make a list of things to do,
then go back to sleep.

i wander my porch to pieces,
counting all my coffees
until my teeth go tight.

i cover my ears with the altos of experts,
then argue with myself
for a while.

i write a poem.
i take a shower.
i eat a food.
i kiss a cat.

about then, i feel content
and start to wonder
whatever happened
to that list.

little tiny pretty thing
pulling at my mustache.

i can't bring myself
to make you
stop.

my face goes numb
and i giggle like a baby.

of all the people i know,
i still fascinate
only you.