sharing the room with a cat. he meows at the window. I wonder what he’d think about the bombs and listen to the laundry whir in the machine next door. scratches and jump to the top of the castle to watch over his kingdom and the television. there is nothing playing and he will sit and look at his reflection in the screen forever. black expanse of nothing and some faces if the light is right. you can check your hair before you leave.
too many vases on the mantel. bouquet of flowers left to wilt in waiting on the dining table. misplaced or unwanted affections or maybe just a case of not enough space or time. two guitars against the fireplace and a film I’d like to watch. my cousin wants to bake and make a soup. I want to fall into the crevasse of the couch. the cat watches the screen and nothing happens til it does.
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