Ten lives
what has been wrong
with you all week
afraid
to have all the edges
of the small boxes of
your life
touch
hissing like a kitten
the side-step
nobody has decided yet
what to name you
such small things we project with fantasy
they grow
I saw you
stumping out with the sack
intent on a
drowning
don’t you keep count
the hissin' kittens
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LMAO. This will make me sing round the kitchen today.
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