The Latency

man, I said to the
cat, just look
at you,
you don’t do anything,
just lay
around scratching and
sighing and
following me to
the kitchen so
that you can get
even
fatter

you hairy little
mung fucker, I
said, you just lay
there
curled up and
snoring

occasionally your
ears twitch

and that’s going to be
about it,
too, I
said,
until later tonight
when I’m getting ready
for
bed
and you start mewling and
pawing the
window screen
and pacing
because you can smell all
the life out there
and you want to
end it

you want to strike
while the iron’s cold
and in between you
lay back
feed and scratch
and laze and
pay no
attention:
the world’s
just noise
coming through a
screen

now that I think
about it
that makes a lot
of sense

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