He all, here’s one for my boy Noah, the best tuxedo cat lad ever and frequent muse for my work. Maybe one day I’ll pull a Mary Oliver and write a whole collection of poems just about my pet, a la Dog Songs. Cat Songs? Cat Chansons? I’ll workshop it.
Nightly Anguishes, Interrupted
It’s hard for the mighty nightly anguishes,
the you’re worthless-nesses
and acidic self-loathing
to take root in my twisted gut,
in the face of these rolling waves
of heavy feline purrs,
proving there’s one who sees through
the mess of human mental clutter
and remind me of the love
and poetry of a soft and gentle night.