Thursday, April 29, 2010

as my cat cleans her belly

her legs
biting into her flesh
but gently
the offwhite of her paws
stains from her saliva
marks of her cleanliness

Sometimes
she nibbles on my fingers
when i am flat on the ground
surrounded by nothing
sunglasses hiding the void
the dark that isn't dark enough

her tricks, she tries
she jumps, she carries through the air
onto my stomach
she cleans it with her tongue
and doesn't understand
why i'm not as usual
playing with her ears until she purrs
kissing her nose
making baby noises

i scream a bit
short but loud
to make a headache for myself
worsens
agony
and she doesn't understand
and runs away
afraid

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