Monopoly V

I like my cats bald.

On the linoleum floor, I lay with them, alone, in crackling blue light,

some live some dead some - merely cat fragments

taxidermied eyeballs

jawbones with yellow rows of stale teeth,

caressing their flesh with filthy palms,

enjoying the smoothness of skin, unashamed,

dreaming of lips that I've kissed,

and then I see you . . .

poem by Adrian Kien