I stay still and calm
The cat needs to sleep
She’s digging her curled talons
Like very fine friendly needles
Into my stomach and boob
Gotta hold in the pain
No sudden movements
The cat needs to sleep
A warm womb of blankets
I’m in an awkward sideways bent position
One hand behind my head
The other a contorted uncomfortable mount for the phone
The cat is comfortable
She purrs deeply, rumbling the dark space between
The blankets, bed, and me
The sharp talons lightly piercing my gut
She’s getting comfy
The cat
I am forgoing any semblance of comfort
Because the cat needs to sleep
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Tara Trate
a hotel guest, a part time ghost.
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