Thursday, July 2, 2015

All the Cats.



All the Cats
by james bezerra
It seems like there should be something said here about all the cats.
Because there have always been all the cats.
I like them,
I always do,
what with all their thoughtless selfishness
and finite love;
their claws
and wet eyes like dumb little gods,
but truth be told
every cat happened
because someone I loved
batted her eyes at me.
Said, “let’s get a(nother) cat.”
And every single time,
once she is gone –
because ultimately
she always ends up gone –
she never takes the cat.
There have been many cats,
but there has only ever been
this one story of the cats.

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