The cat arches its back and turns.
She slides under blankets and reaches a white paw.
The cat purrs my name and comes
to climb me and hold me to the floor.
The ginger cat sings my sins and repeats
scratching at every open sore.
The cat falls asleep with the scent of its species
to visit Egypt’s dream-distant shores.
The cat purrs my name and I come
but she finds her way through the door.
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