that was
the greatest part of my morning
the greatest morning
a cat on my lap
enjoying the scritches
from my left hand
and a puppy at my feet
leaning into me
enjoying the scritches from my
right hand
and though i got no writing done
and it only lasted about ten minutes
i was in a blissful heaven
the whole time
why am i so calmed
by a cat simply being
on top of me?
even before the cuddles
or the purring
just knowing
that this feline wants to be on my lap
just feeling
her little paws on my legs
my anxiety is lessened
for the moment
for the moment
hold the cat
in your lap
quell her desire
to eat the dog’s food
replace it with a mad want
to get away
from love and cuddles
(even tho her purring
says at least some part of her loves this)
and quick,
before her leaping feet hit the ground
put the bowl of canine sustenance
somewhere even this hassle cat can’t reach
(and repeat)
~~~
this outfit
was
very cute
before i held the cat hostage
now it’s
really cute
with
tons of cat fur
~~~
write
and read
and read and write
and maybe
someday
it’ll end up feeling
[all]right
(as opposed to fake insight)
wasn’t i complaining
yesterday
or the day before
(or the day before that)
that i wanted to get back to my
regularly scheduled schedule
and continue on in my routine of routines?
so why, now, comfortably sitting in
‘we’ve taken the dog out,
we’ve started the lofi beats spotify station,
we’re both at the table, doing our morning writings’
do i miss
so terribly
the hustle
the bustle
the never knowing what’s going to happen
from one moment to the next?
oh!
did i just need a cat in my lap?
this portion of my routine,
my every day,
my comfort and creativity,
that had been missing
pretty much
since we moved?
(even tho i do stop every few lines
to pet and love her
so she stays,
she still really does
help me
feel
the morning page
poetry
routine
i’d been missing
[and then immediately
got bored of].)
(she is the chaos
that i need
to appreciate
routine)
though we all loved the green
and the adventures
and the folks
we saw last week
(Louka especially)
i, for one, feel more myself
with this particular cat
back on my lap
once more.
~~~
motion alarms
sometimes useful
sometimes just a bee
trying to say ‘hi’
~~~
ranked choice voting
is here
(the giant booklet tells us)
early voting ends today
and though we will still be in town
for the actual election
we’ll probably vote early
because who knows what’ll happen on tuesday
but at least we know that
we’re free today
made a friend with a cicada
helped it get back on its feet
it became so excited it crawled up my arm
and stared at me while i worked on a digital zine.
made a friend with a cat
(not the cat our host expected to be needy and affectionate)
and she decided my lap was not where the laptop should go,
the lap was where she should be for the rest of the afternoon.
made a friend with another cicada
as it flew full force at my head
and landed on my bright orange hood
and refused to leave until my spouse gently pulled it off
tried to make friends with every lizard who crossed my path
but they clearly had important places to be
so i tried to let them go on their way
(but still i watched them with glaring curiosity)
i guess i could…
use my morning pages time
to read and edit and rewrite and post
all the poems that have come thus far ?
maybe?
~~~
quietly track the purring
in rhythm with the caffeine beats
thumping [softly] out of these
shitty laptop speakers
the aesthetics you always thought you’d have
you surpassed with unexpected privilege
leaving you with the existential question
why?
~~~
and unrelatedly
why
does organizing
make me feel so much better?
.
. .
. . .
(i know why;
it’s because my brain is the opposite of organized.)
a cat on the lap
is worth
fifteen scratches,
one bite,
four cats on the ground,
two heat packs,
a third of your regularly prescribed dose of your antidepressant,
five bite sized chocolate bars,
and all the fur they deposit on your clothing
(i swear, it’s absolutely worth that.)
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