Wednesday, October 21, 2015


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