Thursday, July 28, 2005

the windows yawn, entire rooms blink in a sleepless stupor. at five a.m. you wake to the cat’s milky mews clawing yr brain. the cat perched on your chest, jaw filled with cries, skull smacking yr chin. she is insistent, won’t settle till you pet, till she falls asleep & you asleep & sleep till morning browns into afternoon. the day crawls into your room, covering the walls with its furry fingers. heat. you sit on the edge of the bed, try to stand, fall back down.