Wednesday

I wish
I could write
but there is
nothing to say

there’s the
blinking
of an unset clock
and a cat bathing
nearby

he is the
weirdest cat
I have ever had

I wake up to
bottle caps
and hair ties
in my shoes

his crooked tail
flails behind him
as he barrels
through the house
slipping
most awkwardly
on the hardwood floors

he has been
described as
sitting fat
and disaffected
in corners
by one of
my favorite writers

but he notices things
with an eerily
human-like
perceptiveness

he’s always the first
to detect
when I’m sad
comforting me
the best way
he knows how

~ June 2006