It is best to think, maybe, that
it is, maybe, best to think that.
Maybe it is best to think that.

I may have a heart condition

i have decided because of things I have felt there

flutterings and poundings are

regular feelings for a heart to have

but possibly a condition

a doctor might say

ma’am,

there is some good news and there is some bad

the cat is so upset
  he has always been upset
always I have rubbed his ears
and he has by the rat cage sat
  inside my room
I have felt so bad for
rats being caged and
  he is such a bully
pushing through the door each time
 
now there is another cage
carrying his predators and
  he will not enter
when I leave the room to go to places
he will at me
  cry and
 
sometimes I will outside sit for
hours with him

 

Do you ever wonder about childhood?

How, even if you try very hard,

past a certain point,

you can’t recall anything from your own.

It makes me suspicious, of children.

Some are charitable and say:

 

Littler

things than us are

forgetful.

 

Full of cracks, that’s what he tells me,

this floor is full of cracks and

letting all the light downstairs,

where they haven’t been paying

the electric.

 

He buys all this meat

and half it putrefies

some are

toes and tails and tongues

because:

“shouldn’t disrespect

the thing”

 

and when the food is on the table

finishes the meat even when he is full

sounding catholic:

“it died

for us”

 

what sorts of things can and will

make their way into my basement

my clothes, my food, my fare

                              can and will them

ants and moths and mice

could you only hear

the sounds they make they would

bother and

bind you

brotherly

to this periphery so

unkept and wild

while waiting,

wept

 

she says,

at least I get to keep the mice one more day

or two or three

or forever!

if the snake will never get hungry

they are really cute

“and if he does?”

then he will be fed because I keep trying to feed him.

“is he your snake?”

no, my roommate’s.

“is your roommate away?”

no.

 

 

To question faith
 
Cat sits at window chirping with squirrel for hours. Days.
Years pass and they are old. Now.
They may
have forgotten the original tone.
 
Can’t hear what they are saying. From here.
 

 

 

the star fish are so sticky
that when they mate
they risk never coming apart
and that the eggs deep inside
grow to devour them
 

 

sandwich meat
sits and waits for sandwich
day in. day out.
until the revelation comes
moonlit
in relief