![In the void of night,the cat scans our house like a boa,slinking through hallwaysin hunt of hot blood.She always finds the dip of my backmost ideal,curls her soft black spinearound mine and purrs us bothasleep. I am a wrinkled sheetof office paper this morning,pinned still by a small, warm weight.I’ll let her hold me hereuntil her hunger surrenders me to the stirringday.
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In the void of night,
the cat scans our house
like a boa,
slinking through hallways
in hunt of hot blood.
She always finds the dip of my back
most ideal,
curls her soft black spine
around mine and purrs us both
asleep. I am a wrinkled sheet
of office paper this morning,
pinned still by a small, warm weight.
I’ll let her hold me here
until her hunger
surrenders me to the stirring
day.
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