Sunday, September 6, 2009

Dreaming Wide Awake by Lizz Wright

tuesday

i am like a cat
without claws,
baby:

i purr you to death.
every
curtain they close

is an open
invitation.
Garfield, Einstein,
and world domination:
that is

all i have to say.
i fold
up tight in your arms.

i wrap my paw
around your face.
all the lions
in the world
cannot fool me.

when i am yours,
all I say is
what i need to say:

(when i land,
straight up,
on the ground):

roawr.

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