From: Karen
Date: Fri Nov 18 16:19:45 MST 2005
Subject: Inspired by Oscar

"Longing" something like a kitten scritching on the ragtag screen, the dented door I pull back to find someone unexpected, pausing someone found on his way from there to here with claws pulled in, ready in a second to defend a curious small face turned up towards mine, expecting something like a kitten marbled dark orange sleek and clean, sipping innocently from a small bowl nibbling with tiny teeth on the ham I’ve left out on purpose then— when my back’s turned— seizing neglected tokens of my past, calling swift attention to whatever I love sinking teeth into whatever I’ve forgotten to love souvenirs dragged back into heart’s view something like a kitten who loves me and loves me not curling his tail around my leg dancing back and forth underfoot before bolting out the patio door abandoning me for five minutes or five hours (if only I’d pretend not to care if I find him again) something like a kitten leaping up into twin bed blankets late at night circling my head, purring my neck nipping my nose without remorse until I deposit him just outside so I can somehow sleep until morning when he’s there to wake me outside the door mewing on his endless mission for another wordless conversation Karen Bradley November 17, 2005

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