Ninja climbs up to my lap,not simply jumping, no, climbing, claws on display, topping me,claiming meI’m furnitureSo vulnerable, close-in like thisShe gives me best advantageI could so easily take her,both hands,swaddle her, confine and restrict her,as is my superiorityin physical size aloneSo this,full-cush on my lap, tucked-in,loaf-kitty;a display of trust? Thisclose, this vulnerable, on theContinue reading “Ninja Will Eat Me”
Chris Bevens | pedalpoet 