helpless cats.

you do not like poems
which is good

because i cannot write poems
(though this is far worse).

you call for me this time,
but i am impossible now

and words just won't do,
not when the cat's gone

missing.
what have we tonight?

there is no one to fight with
and the couch is all yours.

suddenly, no one wants
to sit there alone.

you will wait. you will
wait until the cat comes

back through the back door
(do you have a back door

for the cat?) because that
will set your day in place

again. routine places,
routine bodies, all present

when the sun rises in the morning,
as it travels to the other side,

and when it disappears
again. you will wait,

awake or asleep,
until the morning.

you know it will come back.

.