MonolithsIn the land of dreams, I am a tree.
Under my branches, I've grown fruit and shade.
I give, as only I can.
But how do I grow in this forest?
Where I lay at the feet of the colossi,
Blotting out the sun?
Do not take me for a bitter stump,
I do not begrudge the fruits of your labour
Or mock the pains you surely took.
I only ask that you not scorn me.
I only hope I will not tarry.
Or forget those under my canopy.
Kitty StoriesA Tale of Two Kitties
A love to last nine lifetimes.
We met over milk and mice.
The four cats made beautiful mew-sic.
"The Truth Behind the Red Dot."
Travel Guides for Cats
"Sunlit Windowsills and Other Exotic Locations"
Should've tied the tail into a bow.
i'd rather be beautifully tragici.
the desire for my pancreas was stolen the instant i was informed about yours:
though offered many times in meager sacrifice, the gods refuse my offer;
your immune system refuses my dna flourishing in your body
wanted: spinal column, barely used
mine has nothing but cobwebs
and can barely support me:
i would donate immediately
i must be kept erect and breathing