I tried to look hard
But I’m not really sure
Was it a ******* feline
Or a small black primate

I’m sure
Hunching over it was talking to its own exhaustion
Sitting on a wall with a window
With rustic grille
And blue plastic curtain

I’m sure

If it was a ******* feline
She was communicating
with her old imaginary friend
And If it was a small black primate
He was homesick
and suppressing his emotions to his solitude

If it was a ******* feline
She was pregnant with one’s twins
but carried a torch for someone else
And If it was a small black primate
It was indulged into his melancholy
while slowly moving its tail

But I’m not really sure

Who was more merciless?
The one wearing a sparkly leotard
Waiting eagerly to start spinning
Because that was his only forte
Or the one who wasn’t ashamed at all
To lean her head against the stranger’s shoulder
To fall asleep immediately
And permanently