Ali
You come to me haunted, ring the doorbell.
and I’ve never been known to turn away
your ghost.
I know how life changes us,
the different faces we wear through out it.
I know cold weather.
So don’t come acting like you didn’t
wish for numb.
know that I can see your shining prize
is in the center of steel bars
and you’re itching to snap them shut.
You come empty
turning your pockets inside out
Saying “here.”
Take this trauma
stack it on your bedside table.
You come hollow asking me to fill your cup.
My tap is dry
pennies thud at the bottom of the well.
what I want is to thaw
I want you to come with your heat.
I want to show you feral.
I want to leave claws in your back
to remind you
the way it stings
to love an alley cat.
Very raw. You can feel the grief and the words linger and haunt. Amazing work.
a love befriending everyone and scaring a few. alone is just a word when there is everything to do. only if they knew who lived in the skin of this cat, dwelling in the shadows where it's straight black. alley cat. sensitivity that no one knows. a life together, but completely solo. sleeping on the park bench. peeping eyes look over the fence. a strive for independence. resting where ever one wants. eating left overs from the best restaurants. company in mother's womb. olly von, shined on by the moon.