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No zebra
but the old mare;
she bumps the stall door,
seeking sun with blind eyes.
Not wolves,
only the neighbor's dogs
drunk with escape;
the ferment of wet woods on a grey day.
The cat mistook itself for a tiger,
not knowing that the caught vole
was one of a vast race--
that it had happened before.
but the old mare;
she bumps the stall door,
seeking sun with blind eyes.
Not wolves,
only the neighbor's dogs
drunk with escape;
the ferment of wet woods on a grey day.
The cat mistook itself for a tiger,
not knowing that the caught vole
was one of a vast race--
that it had happened before.
Literature
Lion
A lion paces beneath my window,
occasionally looking up.
Should I let him in?
The day is bright and mellow,
he looks harmless enough in this light
What do you think?
Oh. He's eating the postman.
Nevermind.
Literature
On The Death Of A Cat
I pull a cookbook from its shelf, right next to
the ceramic bowls, flip through the batter-stained pages.
His orange and white hairs still cling to my sweatshirt,
a touch of blood smeared across the collar.
At last, I find the recipe I was searching for.
Peanut butter cookies. My finger traces down
the list of ingredients: two and one fourth cups
all-purpose flour, one teaspoon baking soda, two eggs.
A rustle comes from the next room over,
and I pause—glancing up, past the breakfast bar.
My sister is lying on the den couch, her face to the backrest.
A blanket is s
Literature
Memory
Remember that day we sat in the open field? No? Well I must have been alone, thinking of you. I remember your presence there. The field went on for miles and miles, becoming a blur of brown, sienna, yellow ochre. When I stared at it for too long, I lost my balance in the waving grasses. I had to find the tree to right myself again. One lone stubby tree in a million miles of dreaming field.
I remember the light coming from the left somewhere, because it struck the tree in a most magnificent manner. Its shadow stretched long and thin, finally fading into blurry little fingers. I don’t know the brand of tree it was, it was unfamiliar
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