Neighboring Cats by Erik Berndt
carnivore obligate, not carnivore literate.
let’s cut to the heart of it: silver spoon?
part with it.
at witching hour i devoured heart of mammal, not once considering my animal enamel.
my feet barely touch the gravel.
i don’t hear the judge’s gavel.
between rock and hard place i can always choose to travel.
saw you in a polish hill window in the morning, your day woman was out late last night.
how do you spend the time?
you have a right to revolt.
topple the food dish tip the water scratch the drywalls bare and eat so much you puke on the floor.
i can’t work the door;
i want to see you in a forest.
between ankles in a market square.
four dirtpaws in mud along river.
Her Two Cents
I’ve found four Capote poems from the Pittsburgh missed connections and they’re all pretty fantastic – this is the second of the group. Fortunately, Flickr has no shortage of excellent illustrations when it comes to felines, and this one by Erik Berndt looks like it comes straight from the Polish Hill neighborhood…
