let us compare where we're from
using our bodies as maps;
_____my arm is a cape
_____your leg is a straight
then we draw on boundaries
with blue ball-point pens
and label the capitals with stars
upon reaching the edge of our bellies
bloated with harbors and famous landmarks
we'll invite the cat to come play
and he'll show us his home planet
using string to make rings around himself--
a 3D model of meow-minima double zed one--
we'd always known he was clever
4 comments:
This was beautiful - tender without being sentimental. Wonderful! x
i am so glad you like it, andy!
i felt (and brian has pointed this out to me) that i haven't been on the ball lately. the poems have been hit or miss. i have been far too distracted by
a) doctor who (of all forms, mind you, i am reading the novels too!)
b) max the kitten, who gets to come home with us in just one week!
and
c) pro wrestling (how insane is that!?)
and have decided to dedicate some of my brain power back to my poems... stay focused, you know?
and what doesn't help is hiccups. i think i'm going to get whiplash! these hiccups are catagor 7 for crying out loud!
p.s. this poem was inspired by a post card.
weird.
i find i write better poetry when pro wrestling is on.
:)
I see Max is making his way into your "domestic consciousness" already... (That's how you know he's family, when he pops up in your poetry :). Lovely!
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