Day Draft

First day with the new TypePad interface. Looks OK. Hell, looks great. 

Right. And today's very rough draft, but I don't know why it wants to double space the damn thing (ah, HTML, I will use you to defeat the formatting...a little bit at a time). Ah, well, here ya go:

my cats don’t ever seem discontent
sunbeam, chair, window
they are enlightened
each one experiencing the other
wholly, whiskers to anal sacs

 

what is this wanting?

The day as unformed as feeling

one month into spring

broad boulevards the same broad boulevards

they were yesterday

but my mind wanders

 

how to build a nest? a den?

cats curled in laundry—fresh or clean

doesn’t matter

folded or scattered are abstractions

joy follows the familiar scent

 

in the backyard by the old shed

kittens tumble like the offspring

of a comedy god and his wife

I hold my wife, her thickening belly,

smell her hair as evening creeps in

 

joy comes in the morning visits

sheets tumbled in the night turnings

and in summer she will feed

the lanky new cats of the neighborhood

and in winter we will have our own brood

and by spring there will be different kittens

rolling like balled socks

mewling like every mammal does

for milk, for touch, to be content