when i sent the shape of a cat
into the room
i meant it as leaves, as a swirl of leaves
that's why I opened the curtain
a last ruby dog on fire in the pan
two mattresses pushed together
drag me under you, skin-deep
grey as a niagara water stain
what is crow: archeology or a failure of light?
type at the street level window, unable to afford
the last place on earth
What is the sum of 8 and 7:
It's your turn! Move into the poem. Renovate it. Knock down its walls. Put your spin on it. Make it your own.