Jefferson Carter

Please - Poem by Jefferson Carter


I wake up,
eye-to-eye with the cat’s anus.
He’s purring on my chest.
Why me, oh, Lord?
Like face time
with a rusty washer.
I hear good things
about the ungulates,
their table manners, their
clean plates. My kind
of animal, sweet-smelling,
modest, not like cats
weaving between your legs,
scent glands under their tails,
rubbing until you smell
like them, safe enough
to love. Take my species,
for example. I’m a person,
p-e-r-s-o-n. Before
the plague of white-eyes,
each nation called itself
“the people.” Take
my species. Please.

Topic(s) of this poem: cat

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, April 16, 2014

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