True Story
Now you’re in Mexico
And a fat gray cat jumps in through your window
You scream like a bitch
And start recording video
Cat flees into the bedroom
You kitty kitty him but
He just cries for help
From under your rented bed
You think: open the front door wide
give him time
But I find my front door already unlatched -
So if someone wants me; I am already open wide
I kick the door and stick my head out, just a bit, from the side
I hate to think the way I do
One of those people with 10 million fears in his eyes
But the Mexican courtyard is dark… yellow
No evil in sight
The cat makes a run for it
Galloping right past the open door like a fucking idiot
Leaping instead for the same window inlet he came in
Poor bastard is so fat, I guess, under all his gray hair
He doesn’t make the jump
I’m laughing laugh my ass off
Which he mistakes , of course, as a battle cry
With a million fears in his eyes
He Whimpers off at warp speed
Certain he’s going to die
So I use it to help him
He has buried himself
deep under the rented bed;
Crying out last kitty testaments to all who will listen
But nobody wants to hear the cries of this fat , mentally crippled kitten
So I pounce on top of the mattress and start howling like a dog
And man that fucking cat runs out so fast
A foggy hologram of head and ass
This time, he finds the right door
And I follow him outside, to reveal to him
My good character
He looks back at me
through my iPhone screen
eyes shimmering green
“Luis is the king of this building,” says a voice high above me
A woman’s
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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 10 million fears in their eyes
Unlike Luis, the fat, mentally crippled “building cat”
Who I am beginning to love
For leading me to her voice from above
My name is JK, I say
My name is Corinna, says she
Much Gusto, JK
Much Gusto,Corinna
“The cat is mine,” she says,
“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.
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