Lisa Nelle
had this cat
Suki.

A calico.

Suki would wiggle his
******* in your face,
a black hole of fur,
then plop down on your belly.

We smoked that cat up so many times
while the TV was on
and the volume was way up.

Then we'd turn on her amp
until her house buzzed
and we couldn't hear the neighbors.

They'd knock their brooms
against the ceiling,
on a ******* Friday.

We watched
that cat twitch
across the floor
and twirl in the sun
by the balcony door.

He'd pass out
when we
passed out.