mr. no mister

a cat comes to cross the room, 
back stretched,
paws out, ignoring me; 
he is sleek, he is regal,
and he is the one 
that pays me no attention.
 
it’s the other one 
who cuddles up to me, no prefix, 
leaving strongly scented presents,
alongside the pillow i’ve learned 
to keep from him. the one 
who became an outside cat 
when fortune, the gods and
the wheels of that minivan stole 
his continence away in the night. oh! 
imagine the vanity and self-control
trailing behind the bumper 
under the sticker proclaiming:
yes we did! 

he has learned to give and accept 
love, bearing wisdom in his limp, 
knowing, his own differentiated image, 
soft, in his hips where scar tissue 
accentuates the weighty tomes his body holds.

this is why i share with him, 
my home, my heart,
but not my bed, never my bed,  
momma didn't raise no fool

That Day upon the Plains- Revisited

veins
stand out
in my hands
making skin
a stained glass window

veins
connective metal’s
holding sand
pressured into clay
the alchemy of materials
time and heat
light
color and beauty
shine in

i seek

hiding scars
stories which decorate
my skin
cracks and tears
time has worn in
all history
pain and love
set me free

contained within
the fire
of a neuron
the composition
of a cell
sources below
singing well

springs of intuition
tinged with recognition
of something
familiar...

deja-vu?

if i can
remember,
then why,
a lack? why,

can’t you?