it's one of those days
when you can't catch
a break. when the words
that she hears are not
the words that you say.
i sent her out on the street,
left her to fend for herself
in the dark and the cold and the wet.
another whole night.
and here i am in your warm
house. foxy jumping on my shoulders
makes you apologize. makes me
smile. this is a weight
i can bear. cloth and thread.
the coming together of colors: white
and blue and blue and yellow and red
and blue. and white.
the thread and the cat and the street
are impossible to unravel
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