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“A Book of Follies”,
“In the Dangerous Cloakroom”
He’s quite oblivious to the fact
that in my mind, he is a cat.
How many lives he’s lost
through feline indifference:
the careless scratch, his night
on night desertion. How is it he
keeps coming back from the dead
end alleys he leads me down
looking for another place to sink
his claws? He has one end in mind;
but since the eighth small death
he’s failed to sense that something is amiss.
Now that the number nine has come around
I will not resurrect him with a kiss.