A night like no
other.
I can focus
but
too long and
it won't seem
real.
The cat
with its swish-
swoosh,
tick-tock,
long flicks
of its tail.
There's only rain
out there
fat cat.
There is
a movie on
but none
of what I'm
seeing
is my thing.
There's a name
that keeps
coming up,
somewhere on the
internet
and in my
head.
I can see it;
details about
the person,
the kind we
don't
think we
notice.
It builds
an incomplete picture.
The kind that's
biased.
You don't know
how you
feel
or
think.