A Cat Named November
In the daylight I felt my body quakeWarmth of the sun on my backThe sound of his breath in my earA cat meowing on the fire escapeI padded across to the kitchen My studio apartment felt wokenAs if my stretch and yawn caused a stirThe man however didn’t Put on the coffeeCrack a few eggsScramble it with some whole milk Talk to the catIt had appeared one rainy fallCats normally choose youHe? She? It?…














