To raise a cat, and gently

shots at five i've vinegar at last oh larder you are of me.

gasps at nine sweet sheet stuck sideways on me i've flaked off.

aches at 89 oh time is not the unit but is, nor was, so there.

such sweetness in the streetlight snowing when I saw you wanting her asleep I had to pee.

It's me, don't mind, been drinking wine.

this small grey cat so shocked by sound still hesitates to judge me.

Thank. God. Was I like on tv when first you saw me, you would know

I'm older now but how, has my face changed in every shot I'm 24.

five shots of 24.

I think I might be sadder than I've said? Cat, tell me, something, say.

Remember when I held you, sob and bounce and sob and so

you tolerate me gently.

taut flicker blank wall beaming movie night and breakfasts

so much more time alone untouched what's wasted in the telling.

who is this beast with breadcrumb skin, who cries at my refusal,

in five years years forever again, and forevers before us are endless for now

but they will pass, be done, behind. All this is done, cat, help me.

Who am I? What will I become? When will it be became?

love tell me if i start to change.