"you have to let your eyes breathe for a second, dude"
The cat had obviously come to me for advice
Why else was he perched so intently atop the couch
I sensed I may have been reaching a tad,
yet the cat,
taking another lap of our favorite merlot,
mulled it over for a heavy almost-minute
--paced--
--lapped--
--paced--
before writing "Nevermind"
in the air with that tail of his
the one I swear
is a petrified snake stapled
right to the cat's butt area.
Hence, the "defeated" filter on
all my Instagram selfies lately.
I began to mull over my place in this chair no cat could ever take me seriously
I blinked, letting my eyes breathe
--paced--
--lapped--
--paced--
before moving to the couch
sad about
movies i hadn't made time to see and
my own war on children growing up to be
cowboys
(I mean...
the fuck???)
The cat jumped in my chair
and before knocking over the bowl of our
favorite merlot
Wrote "It's not always about you, dude"
in the air with that horrible, horrible
tail of his.
