by on November 24, 2023 :: 0 comments

The kittens are shedding
their feathers.
All the while, I stare
at the bookshelf, wondering
what the words mean.
And, they are mean,
I assure you.
Who do they think they are,
encapsulating experience
in a script that falls
short of the pancakes
my old nemesis prepared
in those pre-pandemic days,
pouring cups of runny batter
into my footed pajamas,
which, I admit, fit as loosely
as the tongue of a titmouse?
You remember.
The one who taught us
what love could be.

– Kelly Moyer

editors note:

You remember. – mh clay

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