Of Cats And Octopi
Stephanie Arwen Lynch
Curiosity slithers behind my walls.
Testing for fractures in the brick.
Cement laid in against a miracle
That a spark might fascinate the cat
I don´t want to die that death again.
Buddha cut his sleeve for that cat,
Sleeping feather-soft in the sun.
Not the most practical of approaches.
Love so strong you would ruin for it.
I don´t want to be ruined again.
Like tenacious tentacles there´s suction
Drawing me out of my safety zone.
Scraping me against plaster, mud, cement.
Like the most intelligent of octopi,
I´d rather cover myself in invisible ink.
You see, I know this Star Chamber secret.
The incompatibility of cats and that octopus.
It´s been pounded into my skin, my skull.
My soul shrieks in nightmare terror.
I can´t let myself ever love again.