Thursday, January 24, 2013


I’m feeling much
better now.  With
the heat in my
face, aimed
directly at my,
my, my visage.
Jack (Sprat) wel-
comes me home
by booting me
from the kitchen.
The cat, perched
atop the refriger-
ator like a growth.
Perhaps she is
telling us some-
thing.  About what
reeks on the inside?
A new development/
downturn in health?
The sanctity of a
lack of a better...
marriage?  But she
gets the kitchen.
The kitchen, hers.
I snag the business
section, relax into
kitchenless space.