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Portrait of the Artist as a Cat
I jumped out the window.
Ran the alleys.
I traded a rib with a god
for you.
What has brought
the crystal of the days?
Washed clothes...
fruits, basins, hoes?
Languorous deserted nights
looking at the blinds!
I ate from the pan.
I licked the bowl.
behind a star
without a goodbye
I'm gone.
PAR
Ran the alleys.
I traded a rib with a god
for you.
What has brought
the crystal of the days?
Washed clothes...
fruits, basins, hoes?
Languorous deserted nights
looking at the blinds!
I ate from the pan.
I licked the bowl.
behind a star
without a goodbye
I'm gone.
PAR
Published 27th Jan 2023
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28th Jan 2023 2:22am
There's a warm tenderness, humor and sense of the mortal and the infinite here to me. 💖🙏🏻
28th Jan 2023 8:37am
