legs pulled up, tucked
my best imitation of these kittens
that are sharing my sofa & eating my hair
listening to what's mine over the radio
the sisters can't know what's hiding
underwater, nor can I because written
words turn the obvious into mystery
silence turns into wounds,
all convenient places to hide.
absence doesn't make us fonder
it gives the warmth time to forget
douses with waters deep over flames,
I can't keep burning so bright.
I'm pouring these embers, residual and
lingering into words and kittens and piano
keys in hopes that it eventually finds its
way back home and lights the house on fire.