Home Bitter Poems another cat (Franz Wright)

another cat (Franz Wright)

Animals___Cats_Small_cat_calls_mom_046864_the heels of his poor man shoes
were each worn down
on the outside edge
and the laces were white string
knotted to where the black had broken…
he looked ill at ease
a shabby enterprise
dismantled and put back together
way too many times
shy and uncomfortable
in a weird
off kilter kind of way

but the words he coaxed
when he finally read
strained  through some dark reserve
intoned their way up out of his throat
and filled the room with music
erasing any sense of what
he was not
and  as I listened
I swear he disappeared

and another cat
completely beyond description
took his place.




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