chasing the cat around
underneath the table.
I recruit
a pink quilted towel
and a Windex bottle.
He calls a few minutes later
and then
blows up
under the
green mattress
with all of the animals.
I’m a little spooked
(down below I’m
damned frustrated).
Yesterday
at the office
my mug full of pens
moved from one side of my desk
to the
other side of my desk.
Very expressive.
Like they had some place
important to go.
