Friday, May 2, 2014

meaning is in the eye of the beholder


the night was starting

i just needed to put on my shoes

 

out on the balcony having a smoke

i heard my cell phone ring

a rare occurrence

but i rushed inside

and found i didn’t recognize the number

 

i had left the sliding glass door open

and it didn’t take long to realize

my cat was no longer around

 

i never put on my shoes

i stayed in all night

and up for the same duration

with every other beer

i went out on the balcony

for a cigarette

and called for her

 

the later it got

the more i wore a groove

in the floor of my studio apartment

covering more ground

than if i had gone out

and walked the streets all night

 

each trip on to the balcony

brought more desperate cries

till i was weeping and saying,

“kitty, please come home”

 

then like a vampire

fleeing the rising sun

she just strolled in

 

jumped on the couch

and started cleaning herself

i closed the sliding glass door

and collapsed in exhaustion on the floor

 

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