my cat has become rather partial to you
and so have I
white fur on black clothes
it's glaring
a part of me that you can't get rid of
you'll wear me on your sleeve
and wherever else
so I'll wear you down
like a mortar and pestle
grinding and churning
you'll try to hide me
my bits and pieces strewn about in your wake
treading through in your thick boots
picking parts of me up only when you want them
but I need them
I'm lost without them
my replacement parts
and the greediness with which you handle them