Tag: yes it’s a poem about a cat shut up

  • Finicky

    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. Alas! In an instant I am forsaken for another, more attractive, more compelling — made of crinkly…