fronty pic 2 of 4: don't want to jinx myself, but i think i finally remembered the right scan position on the glass
clicky pic 2 of 4: i need someone to lick my chest wounds, i'm too tired
he stalks me in the middle of the night,
door slightly ajar, not a sound on the carpet,
i wake up with a disturbing weight on my chest,
lungs are working overtime to stop it.
he doesn't understand the chest is how humans breathe,
to him it's just another area of space to conquer,
so he plants himself smack in the middle of my heart
as if to say my heart is of no matter.
rude awakening, no use getting back to sleep,
those hours are forever lost as is your life,
might as well attack the very day you're friends with,
this is not how friends should co-survive.
when i cook my hard-boiled eggs,
i take two already-prepared and frozen from the bag,
a bag dripping with egg juice,
and place them in a pot deliberately oversized to avoid the bland.
soon the water boils and boils, toils and troubles,
and a great wave of steam emanates,
i place my frail face over this steam
and let the year's pain pimples for one second forget.
ah, the feeling of forced heat upon one's visage
forces the body to really get up and acknowledge,
it warms an ice-cube heart frozen from rejections
to stand up and beat again, for it is still human.
he mews and cries and wails as usual,
elongates his body straight up to the eggs
on a table not so high that he can't reach,
but one taste of my breakfasted finger is enough,
he's smart, he's learned that he's more of a bacon.
so i'm taking a shower and what should appear
as i'm collecting the three towels and drying my hair,
but his paw through the under-door slit, what a frightening sight
when you're not expecting anything but watery delight,
it made me faint, inside at least,
i called out to him to make sure he was okay,
there's something quite strange about addressing just a paw,
the familiar mew, and i realize what's what,
the torrent of wind and rain outside scared him,
must close the damn window in that room when the weather acts up,
an indelible paw has serrated my imagination,
a lasting image of our time together,
the adventure continues, another hard-boiled sauna
must be on the agenda tomorrow.
it just has to
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