Poem, Cat, Writing
Sleep Work
February 5, 2024
sometime in the night
I turned over
thought to myself
a few lines of poetry
wrote them down
on waking, no paper
cat, ink upon their forehead
looked at marker
looked at me
spent the next five minutes
in full shoulder washing shun
which I can only imagine
was utterly deserved
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