Crazy Cat Lady

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I cradled him, fresh from a morning
surveying his kingdom, into my face;

smelled winter beneath his fur,
flowerbeds behind his collar.

Wondered at those who collect these
haughty envoys, risking the ire

of municipal codes and threadbare
trope of crippling loneliness

to surround themselves with smells of
life, now, beyond their grasp.

My Life As an Adverb

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in the beginning was the Word;
it has/will been/be, ever since/more.

some (words) are more
import-
signific-
relev-
ant than others, without
which the story is lost or
meaning less.

some ARE, some DO,
while some ARE/DO both while
never break-
ing
stride.

the others, though,
gild and embellish
are clutter and noise,
momentary-
ily
worthy of a roughshod draft;
unworthy, certain-
ly,
of eternity.

do they know if they
ARE or DO or do they
wait, anxious-
ly,
for the sharp, red pen?