a threesome
i have a crick in my neck
a balloon in my belly
and a pang of something
my cat is draped in the windowsill
her head snaps a typewriter watching
chipmunks violate her domain
i roll over away from the green
fuck i am turning into emily dickinson
so i think of something dangerous
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“her head snaps a typewriter” and the last two lines are great!
thank you. i appreciate you reading and the feedback.
Agree !! Love the head snapping a typewriter. Because that’s exactly how it happens.
thank you. i used to say i wasn’t a cat person and then i got a cat. now i write poems about her. ?
what a great last line! I love the rhythm
thank you boo. the last line of a poem is always my favorite one to write.
all of this is fantastic
thank you so much.
Absolutely agree!
i don’t want to be a sexless shut in tho ??
“turning”!?!? sweetheart, you done been. it’s called aging af
you would know. i have never been young at heart. you post a poem yet?
somewhere here.
brilliant.
merci. that means so much coming from you. let’s get up soon.