It teases
with pointy ears,
purple passages.
I wait motionless
without pounce,
bat with curious paw.
Not house or field,
but valley variety,
after more than cheese.
"Like" is the hedge
that grows wild,
hides smarts.
Nasal gags me
with a spoon, whines
a mix of accent and angst.
Maybe not poetic license.
It could actually
be real.
be real.
tk/February 2015
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artwork: Action Figures by Edith Vonnegut
