Saturday, October 26, 2002

wants nothing



Jackson

black dog



we'll never

trim

your wiry fur



(ever)



this Saturday night

you've lost a white

baby tooth



a tiny amount

of your blood

stains

the wood floor



as it's night

we now remove

your red collar



as you hustle

toward the back

of the house



suddenly

you see

young Harlequin



chiaroscuro

gypsy cat

black and tan



half-pint

foliage-colored

feral cat



learned of domestic ways