Ode to the love of a cat.
My cutest lil kitty.
Loves only me.
She cries every few hours.
Can’t be long abandoned by the blessed hand.
Only to have some pathetic scrap of that.
From one of my own species.
To have a woman think about me.
and want to feel my touch.
ANyThINg, truly, I would give for that.
or
to have a voice.
There are words
that can be, must be,
crafted beyond mine
to express my melancholy.
my discontent…
But none will enter your ears.
Pathologically pathetic
sans-elation prude.
and only here
continuing to breath.