My Cat, Therefore
My cat can cook.
I know this ’cause she drops food
into her water bowl.
Even she can’t stand the taste of boredom.
It makes me more sympathetic
hooked on sugared sodas,
like this need
isn’t just a human thing – it’s animal.
At first I thought it was accidental –
that maybe she didn’t swallow her food
properly before drinking;
so it would fall out of her mouth
into the water.
Then the number of pellets increased:
it started with 2 or 3,
then there were 3 to 5,
now it varies from 4 to 8.
Obviously, she needs it stronger
sometimes than others.
I don’t know what could cause this vacillation.
As far as I can tell, her days
are more or less the same.
It’s not like some days
she misses the bus and gets to work late,
or has a bad hair day
’cause she always looks good,
or stresses over inadequate savings,
or worries whether she’s doing enough with her life,
or while watching TV
My cat plays fetch.
There isn’t much you can’t train using food.
Maybe that’s why the capitalist spirit is potent;
the poor too
think they can get rich –
same for the lottery.
The best religions speak to
’cause that’s the biggest market.
I wonder how my cat sees me.
I wonder if she thinks
except a lot bigger
She talks to me —
in her language.
She doesn’t know I can’t understand her;
our existences are
There’s no way for me to explain to her
who I am.
If I could what would
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