6/4/2015

you pour the milk in first
In the bowl,
like a kitten mewling for a
meal

Milk is poisonous to
adult cats.

Not fondly
not with hate do I recall
My friends would ask,

The crystalline creeping February
with all its rushes and frozen rivers
"So, how was he?" of some man
I didn't care for

He had one job:
to make me forget for
1 hour
or maybe thirty minutes.

"...Surprisingly big, right?"
they'd finish it for me
Smiling and grinning
like my heart, I suppose
and my depth,
I suppose

I would not say anything to them
just smile
and light a match