She
hears my poetry when hardly anyone pays attention
She
makes the impossible possible with her miracle curves and groovy serpentine exchanges
She’s
not a snake, but when Katheryn cracks her whip, rodents, rabbits, birds,
insects, amphibians (frogs or toads), eggs, other reptiles, fish, earthworms,
or slugs all hide beneath their beds, quaking in fear
Kat
accepts me for who I am and doesn’t ask me who that is
She
celebrates my soul by sharing hers and it always leaves me feeling warm and
fuzzy, like I’ve just come out of the dryer and forgot to put in a dryer sheet
Her
life is top secret and everything is on a need to know basis, but I know she
has opened up to me in ways no one else has ever experienced
She’s
radical like an alarm clock with no tolling bell because who wants to be a
buzzkill and what’s the point of ruining someone else’s unwaking state of sleepfulness?
If
it was up to me we could ingest whatever we wanted into our bodies because if
you’re stupid enough to knowingly ingest poison then maybe even a set of
guardrails won’t save you from your very own death wish
One
day I hope to chance upon Kat on some backstreet where we can finally put down
our television-screen-defenses and share the silence
Charles Cicirella
6/14/20
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