because of cats

i cannot wear black
and my arms bear marks
of transgressions past

the fridge is opened
and i am choked by the scent
of something deemed fetid

i am approached, aggressively
but every doggone dog
on the street

i approach cereal boxes
fearfully avoiding shaking
for what it may cause

but i need no hot water bottle
when the aches come to stay
for i have a pre-warmed fluffy friend
if she’s willing to obey

[i miss having cats around the house. damn this whole twenty-something renting existence.]

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