The little gray kitten has FIV
and cotton-candy-soft fur.
The bun tastes better after
the pickle juice has soaked into it
for an hour or two.
The clouds are working remotely
this morning — they've decided that
becoming fog is easier,
safer, and more environmentally friendly.
I already knew you were good at parking when
I watched you pull in —
you made your tires kiss the curb.
So close, so precise.
But I found out that you were a good driver
when I watched you speed off —
far off, away from me.
