barefoot
beneath these
skirts
less an attempt
to maintain
workplace
informality than
it is a sensory
deprivation
thing
see, i
gotta feel
like i haven’t
stopped
feeling
this is one
of those
monday morning
attempts at
unwinding
& a little
work
avoidance
as necessary
a little
extrasensory
deprivation
thing
can’t stop
that tantalized
spineshiver
when i feel
him
reaching out
to trace
contours, so i
tremble
& curl
purr a little
push back
against a
vibe or
wavelength
like it’s a
solid
& it is
oddly
solid enough
so somehow
the smoke
clears a little
but i’m
okay
with that
today
what might
befall
behappen
& become
o best beloved
to this
wildest
of all
wild animals
who walks
by himself
all places
alike
unto him
let’s make a
little magic
a woman
wise
maybe as
wise as
a cat is
wild
maybe
a little
wild
as well
o best beloved
hear
attend
& listen
to a little
singing
magic
of wild tales
in wild woods
and if i say
a word
of praise
as you
walk away
in all
places
will you
come
into this
cave?
and if
i coo &
compliment
you a time
or two
will you
curl
beside
this fire?
and if
you get
a word
or three
from me
clever
cat
will you
keep
your
wild way
when
the moon
wakes
& night
shakes
wild
trees
but still
stay
a little
in the
day
anyway?
i knit
the silence
with these
fingertips
or try to
make
something
outta
soft nothing
unwords
all your
little
implosions
but i can't
knit so it
unravels
& i feel
kitestrung
to you
as you
float off
toward
all those
empty
spaces
so i
watch sky
& try
with my
feet tight
on earth
tonight.
