you’ve tired of her.

her proletarianism without true
protest; her feigned
laughter, shallow interests,
encroaching hum that spins into
white noise in the background while
you begin to obsess over
another actress.

you’ve been watching lions move.
you’ve been memorizing motion.
you’ve been stating needs and retreating
and some keep stepping closer.
where’s the knife inside of you?

I’ve been eavesdropping.
I’ve been spinning webs.
you’ve been seeing kittens
but I see
you’ve been watching the
hunt in cats.
I see you play mirror
poised in lunge,
back low  and
jungle all
you’ve been seeking
kittens and I’ve been stroking

 catching mice as traps
to rip it from your
nervous breath.



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