The Litter Box Brain

A kitty cat on her lap and a joint between
her fingers all she thinks about is the  
past. Nothing forward could be as
captivating as what was. Inhaling just
to exhale. The temporary is always
more fascinating than the forever
the wondering leads to fantasies and
it's beautiful there and it feels good there, reality cuts to deep to be  
in it at all times so she escapes whenever she can to the land of what  
the fuck she wants, not whatever  
the fuck this is.