On a warm weeknd afternoon, all are satisfied.
Except for the cat,
who glares as you as you dare to stand up
and move toward the chips and soda.
Fuck the cat.
The mailman comes,
and the dog bravely barks him away again
he knows his purpose in life,
how about you?
Dé Sathairn, Samhain 25, 2006
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