It is Friday night
I can hear the sound of the mechanical cat arm
Going up and down.

The light sound of cars humming
My cat at the end of my bed purring
I blocked you just now
To keep you and stop you
From pondering where I'm at
Through the safety of my poetry.

I've avoided writing for quite some time now
Because I hear and see you
In my mind
Little bits of what is now the past
In my what is still relatively new
Life.

I wonder how you do it
How you, just like my father
Masquerade.

The two of you were supposed to be so strong
Though you never really gave each other a chance
In that horrible black polo I hated
Looking at me like I was a piece of warm meat
You called me on the phone that night
I remember I wore the white cape blouse
Because I believed it was lucky.

It's all done now
I know you have driven yourself
Right into the ground
So far away.