spilled black ink
my kitty snoozes at my tummy,
my furry umbilical
to loving myself
triangle ears like an antenna
a tail twitches
we can sort out the stanzas tomorrow
maybe it’s alright in letters tonight
but if you stare towards the asphalt
wondering where i am
if you could pray for postal
service on sunday
turn me from visitor to permanent,
slide two fingers
from my ear to my jaw
press the curls out of my hair
and whisper me my real name
so close and
so soft
i’ll hear the silence
as loud as sound
leave your arcing mark
make me blackboard
chalk me
i’m worth your words
yes, it makes me swallow too
having a little too much of me
and not enough
of you
yet
Oct 10, 2025
Oct 10, 2025 at 2:56 AM UTC
spilled black ink
my kitty snoozes at my tummy,
my furry umbilical
to loving myself
triangle ears like an antenna
a tail twitches
we can sort out the stanzas tomorrow
maybe it’s alright in letters tonight
but if you stare towards the asphalt
wondering where i am
if you could pray for postal
service on sunday
turn me from visitor to permanent,
slide two fingers
from my ear to my jaw
press the curls out of my hair
and whisper me my real name
so close and
so soft
i’ll hear the silence
as loud as sound
leave your arcing mark
make me blackboard
chalk me
i’m worth your words
yes, it makes me swallow too
having a little too much of me
and not enough
of you
yet
kitten love; the district sleeps alone tonight — postal service; i’m proud of myself. and all my angels are too.
