but not a close one
he has his own residence
nearby and calls
if he needs me
otherwise
I feed him once a day
leave him his life
and he leaves me mine
my two dogs
are far more trouble
than he is though they offer
a wholly different friendship
in fact after I’ve left
the front door open
he’s more like the cat
that picks his best hiding place
to watch me
search for him
just to see
how much he’s missed
I heard this idea that what’s in the frig says a lot about who you are lots of leftovers say you hold on to things cuz you might need them nearly ripened fruit whisper you like to wait for the perfect
the green mangoes in my yard are in a hurry to gestate a promise these children of a tree are pushing up delivery of another birth their buttery sweetness into the cribs of mouths to showers of ooohs
clean yes but not looking my best after a shower I need a petal dryer the sun some primping by the wind my face needs lifting to hold proud and high for the public reveal I must bloom my best you kn