sort of stupid how in the absence of orders
I make my own, carry them out, beat the rug
dream of a positive balance
sing myself to sleep, fling the cat off the bed
he returns, to the place between my legs
purrs, dreams of catnip, turkey eyeballs
the toilet broke, a running theme
jesus, cat, and me, we all pooped
free in the desert
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