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| Hasenheide 100 x 120 x 1,5 cm/39.4 x 47.27 x 0.6 in acrylic on canvas |
THE CAT’S
WHISKERS
“I never been anyplace I wanted to go.”
A woman from Biloxi, Mississippi
After
drinking shots all night I
recovered
in this cross-roads town
where not a
soul noticed my ambivalence.
How could
almost no desire
cause envy?
I didn’t know how to take
care of
myself. I never dressed properly.
I was one
of those people who have “issues”
no one’s
interested in. And then Kelly-Anne
got out of
jail. No one knew if she would
ever come
back again. After what she did.
Yet all
they could do was roll their eyes and have
another sip
of Doctor Pepper: the world stitched together by sin.
I fell
right into her corner pocket. Everything fit.
No
excitement; sweet calm of the inevitable
as shown in
Plato’s Symposium. The movie version.
Everyone
said we were designed for each other.
Intelligent
design probably not but that
didn’t stop
us. She was readymade,
found, too
wild for any place but me. I with holes in my
underwear, watching
her watch reruns for hours.
On a wager,
I ate six hot dogs at Mel’s Place:
I felt like
a winner that night, like the cat’s whiskers.
Could you
put a little more gravy on those biscuits?
