April is National Poetry Month and to celebrate, I'm going to try to post as many poems as I can. Of course, now that I say that, this will probably be the only one.
Enjoy!
weeks I fed this homeless little monster
and sat outside on the porch for the off chance I might get to pet him
finally my day came and it felt like a real accomplishment
like for once I earned something unquantifiable
yet more rewarding than the largest paycheck
or a kiss on the cheek from the prettiest girl at the party
experiences like these are few and far between
but I wish they weren’t
I could be a homeless man like my new cat was
if it meant every day would be a new connection of this magnitude
I never wanted anything – still don’t
I never needed anything other than air and water and a good night’s sleep
and somehow I’ve accumulated a two-bedroom apartment’s worth of stuff
if there was a fire or an oncoming storm
the first and only thing I’d grab
(assuming the cats were safe)
is my journal
you see,
estate sales are for dead people
but I’m thinking of having one anyway
take my shit
please
and give me more
new cats
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