She sinks into me, black shadow,
all teeth and claw,
an effervescence of fur and delight.

She trills in glory,
and I bask in her kisses,
promising my soul’s service
if she will but love me
awhile longer.


In an instant
I am forsaken for another,
more attractive,
more compelling —

made of crinkly plastic wrap.

Stupid cat.

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