partez

                 so there they are

   the two uneaten fried eggs

      greasy whiteplated uneaten table-sided

     the cats run all over

  tapping at imaginary things

sweat

    glues me to the couch –

  the old leather one & 

       the parties

    the parties rage on outside

        in the hotclamnite &

   there are other

indiscernible rages

   things arranged

     or not arranged

   voices ranged

or not

ranged…

things that are gone

a kitten leaps!

    claws into my wifebeater-less back

  i scream

     it jumps scatters hides

   there is blood, sweat tears

       the usual impossibilities…