cat named Teff,
size of a large salami,
size of a large salami,
sprawled all up and down my
pajamas,
bathrobe of terrycloth.
Hard to write when the cat’s on me—
bathrobe of terrycloth.
Hard to write when the cat’s on me—
well, I can put my notebook on
my chair-arm
as I lie in this IKEA nest.
How long a salami
as I lie in this IKEA nest.
How long a salami
am I myself as I stretch my
feet
toward the window, light streaming in,
posture bad with the cat lying on me,
toward the window, light streaming in,
posture bad with the cat lying on me,
as now I turn to the
left-facing sheet,
using the cat for a desk?
This large, tail-lashing salami
using the cat for a desk?
This large, tail-lashing salami
in my lap is probably going to
bolt,
or I’ll get up and let him have my seat.
How can I write when the cat’s on me,
claws prickling my tummy?
or I’ll get up and let him have my seat.
How can I write when the cat’s on me,
claws prickling my tummy?
