Category Archives: Poetry

I am saving the cat’s turds

bundled, little bricks of shit

entombed in the extra freezer

awaiting further instruction.

Okay. One minute. Then bed. Three minutes. No. One minute. No. Three minutes. Okay. Two minutes. No. Three minutes. Fine. Three minutes. Five minutes. No. Five minutes. No. Three minutes. No. One minute. Okay. Good. We’re going down. One minute. Can I eat it? What? Can I eat it? Sure. Chomp.

man seeking an aphorism — a catchy little chestnut to widen some eyes to giggle in the folds of a dress, a phrase that admits defeat and cringes at sympathy. a subject line that says i am part of it now, i am the goat eating from my own salty palm — the old lump [...]

i want a cat who can play the drums all day long the cat’s up in his room playing the drums perfecting his craft, or better yet a cat that can waterski when the gang’s all here on a long summer dock admiring my waterskiing cat. i want my cat to make it big broadway, [...]

all joking aside, it was me, i ate the last piece of carrot cake, stop yelling, i ate the one piece you saved in a plastic container, a special container— airtight and safe, an incubator for cake. the metaphor was weak at best.