like a cat                                                written by carolyn smale

Genesis was consulted
and found to be missing
a letter here, a letter there.

The execution is so simple for so many.
Adjacent bones and hairless fingertips,
clockwork models of the milky way.

I’ve been seeing an exorcist on Mondays
and a psychiatrist on Thursdays.
They’re uniform, cartilage and ligaments and skin.

A partial chromosome and you’re crying like a cat.
How about that,
crying like a cat.

You have my eyes, prowling and sweeping.
I’ve seen strangers pat you on the head,
and whisper doubtfully.

They flame.

The grand experiment.

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