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The food in my bowl
Is old, and more to the point,
Contains
no tuna.
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So you want to play.
Will I claw at dancing string?
Your ankle is closer.
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There's no dignity
In being sick - which is why
I don't tell you where.
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Seeking solitude
I
am locked in the closet.
For once I need you.
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Tiny can, dumped in
Plastic bowl. Presentation,
One
star; service: none.
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Am I in your way?
You seem to have it backwards:
This pillow is taken.
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Your mouth is moving;
Up and down, emitting noise.
I've lost interest.
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The dog wags his
tail,
Seeking approval. See mine?
Different message.
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My brain: walnut-sized.
Yours: largest among
primates.
Yet, who leaves for work?
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Most problems can be
Ignored. The more difficult
Ones can
be slept through.
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My affection is conditional.
Don't stand up,
It's your lap I love.
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Cats
can't steal the breath
Of children. But if my tail's
Pulled again, I'll learn.
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I don't mind being
Teased, any more than you mind
A skin graft or two.
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So you call this thing
Your "cat carrier".
I
call These my "blades of death."
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Toy mice, dancing yarn
Meowing sounds I'm convinced:
You're an
idiot.
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