pub. 11-10-23 - 262 words
Nature favors not my soul For she has placed me In this hominid’s body. A masochistic mechanism Maladaptive under the rigors Of the busy everyday. Living beings at large Were not made for this junk I long for simplicity That which is found Licking itself. The hours I spend worrying About meaningless things Such as the poem I have yet to finish Are milliseconds in comparison to The minute you sat on my lap. Your supernatural empathy Wet, your pink nose Can smell my pangs of anxiety And you eat them, ravenous Like your big cat cousins. With the spirit of adventure You scour the house For walls to stare at Boxes to inhabit And bugs to fight. An inexhaustible curiosity No need for textbooks (That is what The Man Wants you to learn!) Only pure mind. Content—how are you so Content all of the time? My mood is the wind—unpredictable! And the lightest zephyr Topples my routine. But you, O feline Yawn unquestioning An untouchable schedule You know your purpose It is to exist. O, never have you been embarrassed to exist I cannot go outside What if my hair is upside-down? I share more genes with you than my peers How they like to remind me of it! My species is an injustice I try to resign as a human I meow and walk on all fours But they tell me to go back to AnthroCon And shove the medicine down my throat. A human can quit life entirely But they can’t change species And that’s the rub, isn’t it?