The Cat The Canary Ate
I can hear her
right now,
twisting around
on top of my
laptop.
Please,
let it be known
how often I
do not know.
What I’m saying
might not be what
I’m doing; might
not be what laws
I’m simultaneously
breaking. Smash
me in the mouth
if I get this far
(I ask this with
immediate sin-
cerity, and ever
so gently).
I heard it drop
from her mouth
to the floor be-
hind the door.
I heard you
drop.
I watched
as you dropped,
ever so slowly,
ever so silently,
cold, onto the
flickering
electric
keypad.
