so there they are
   the two uneaten fried eggs
      greasy whiteplated uneaten table-sided
     the cats run all over
  tapping at imaginary things

    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


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…


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