I FLOUNCE THE
LATEST CAT
I do not live here anymore, understand : the
third-tier walk-up on Montgomery Street was
enough to be me in. I carried too many heavy
things upstairs. My bottle is no longer full.
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Retrograde emotions can bring back memories:
like some Proustian smell, that wicked Madeleine
within the pocket or the closet. Grandma's baked
goods, or even that store on the corner. Look up;
the sky is high, or at least as high as it gets to soar.
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We've soaked up all out medicines together now :
you the Jiminy Cricket and me the tantric bells.
When you wish upon a star, your dreams come true?
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