I met a cat a few weeks ago black and white on the city sidewalk collarless in the deserted evening. I stopped yards away, no chasing crouched down stretched my hand out she hesitated I smiled 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘦, 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘦, 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘰𝘩 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 she stepped cautiously to me I stroked her back scratched between black ears and then she went her way and I went mine and only one of us looked back.
A walking contradiction, craves intimacy, yet yearns for isolation. Alone and crying for affection not received. Will they ever truly understand what they need can be given and received from themselves?
I it hisses, turning dessiccation dust to wet dirt the water’s meniscus edge conquers gorges and gaps of pitted paved path mortar dips between cobblestones capillary rivulets generals charging ahead their advancing lines rallied for battle against dry death
II the sky pours out the ocean and drowns the bridges that connect us