the cat
the cat is asleep
his head upside down
his stomach
wrapped around
and warmed by
the blinking modem
It's raining outside
Me?
I’m open to the world
like a wound
and happy knowing
my hands
were shaped by trees
I look out
to the universe
through the window
It’s easy to see
there's a whole in it
Meanwhile
the cat shifts
to my lap
It cares nothing
for my abstractions
It knows