Well I asked my cat
“What is it like
to be in love?”
And she looked at me
with saucer eyes
and folded over to
clean her butt.
I guess she doesn’t know either.
I am looking at pictures from the nineties.
I am wondering what you went as for Halloween.
I want to thank you for the constellations
because I think you are indirectly responsible.
I’ve written you a hundred letters
but I sent them to other people.
I don’t want you to read them
but I want them to be read.
I live on a diet of avocados and burgers and art.
And I hope you still enjoy the simplicity of a milkshake.
There is an itch on my back I can’t reach.
You are an itch on my back I can’t reach.
You are an itch.
I am looking for
a place to live but I would
rather live with you. Even though
you snore like my grandmother
just before she turned ninety and died.
I keep a postcard by my bed, stamped,
with your address,
ready to be mailed. It says
“I MISS YOU!”
And I think
I might mail it one of these days.
Karen Ann Frederick, USA