one house: three women and one cat
they all have left their memories
upon my shelves
at one time
or another–
one took instant decaffeinated
one took fresh ground
one took vodka
or whatever she could get
they all took my love with a
tear chaser
the cat took tuna
they all left their memories
in my bed–
one smelled like perfume
one smelled like sweaty lovemaking
one smelled like vodka and
ashes
they all smelled
like women on
appropriate
occasions
the cat smelled like fish
they all were my lovers
all but the cat
who confined herself to
stalking my feet in the
kitchen like a primeval
demon
they all said they loved me
all but the cat
who is the only
one
who stuck around
Copyright Jonathan Shaw 2009.
beautiful.
This kicks ass.