haunted_comedy

True story cont’d pt 2
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“Luis is kinda the king of this building,”
Says a voice high above me
A woman

I cannot see her
but I can feel her seeing
Me in the dark yellow courtyard
in mexico city
white wifebeater
hard arms
yellow belly ???

She must have heard me scream like a bitch;
then howl like a dog
I need her to know I was only taken by surprise
I am not one of those people with ten million fears in their eyes
Unlike Luis, the fat, mentally crippled “building cat”
Who I am beginning to love
For leading me to this voice from above

My name is JK, I say
My name is Corinna, says the voice
Much Gusto, JK
Much Gusto,Corinna

“The cat is mine,” she says,
Kinda contradicting that whole king of the building thing

“And I live right here” she says

“And if you ever need anything,” she says

“Let me know…” she says

Finally, I find her
where her voice is coming from
And let me tell you
She is my favorite kind of woman
I’m not talking blonde,
or redhead,
or brunette,
I’m talking something better
I’m talking
one hundred percent
pure
silhouette

True story
To be continued ?
That Depends on my ability
To accept an invitation
From someone whose face
Is left to my imagination

But if Luis is any indication
She is someone with a fondness
For cats against whom reality
Has taken permanent vacation
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