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Poem: Stray 


i think of him
wet whiskered
like a cat just out
of a tuna can
and unapologetic
in his willingness
to take what he can get
and then walk away

it seems he can just
lie anywhere
and drunkenly soak up the sun

i am more choosey
i mean—i will be

  • i think of him wet whiskered


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