Wanted
Fallopian door, Ceasarean
arch, Arturian pipe Dickensian
ash I
stalk the halls of history,
posting flyers for a missing cat.
Whiskers, tabby, Scorpio, Libertarian
I do
not
actually own a cat, but I
find that I enjoy the sympathy.
Halo of vulnerability, mistcloud
of loss, pathos, cocoa-
smelling allure of a
sniffle man who has lost his
beloved sigh pet.
I tried sincerity once and
came away with bronchitis.
What I really want is sex.
And money.
Save the philosophy for
mahatmas, betterworld bingo,
feelgood abstention.
Sex. Money.
A mild climate.
First published in Willard & Maple
Champlain College
Burlington, Vermont
From the collection Fields of Satchmo
Photo by MJV
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