February

Winter. Time to eat fat

and watch hockey. In the pewter mornings, the cat,

a black fur sausage with yellow

Houdini eyes, jumps up on the bed and tries

to get onto my head. It’s his

way of telling whether or not I’m dead.

If I’m not, he wants to be scratched; if I am

He’ll think of something. He settles

on my chest, breathing his breath

of burped-up meat and musty sofas,

purring like a washboard. Some other tomcat,

not yet a capon, has been spraying our front door,

declaring war. It’s all about sex and territory,

which are what will finish us off

in the long run. Some cat owners around here

should snip a few testicles. If we wise

hominids were sensible, we’d do that too,

or eat our young, like sharks.

But it’s love that does us in. Over and over

again, He shoots, he scores! and famine

crouches in the bedsheets, ambushing the pulsing

eiderdown, and the windchill factor hits

thirty below, and pollution pours

out of our chimneys to keep us warm.

February, month of despair,

with a skewered heart in the centre.

I think dire thoughts, and lust for French fries

with a splash of vinegar.

Cat, enough of your greedy whining

and your small pink bumhole.

Off my face! You’re the life principle,

more or less, so get going

on a little optimism around here.

Get rid of death. Celebrate increase. Make it be spring.

Have a wonderful weekend, everybody:

touching photographs by a female congolese soldier:
http://www.nytimes.com/2015/02/22/magazine/why-not-us-women.html?ref=magazine#

my new favorite blog: gay, black and jewish!
http://www.blackgayjewish.com

a wonderful, wonderful movie for a perfect winter afternoon:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ll0pjiOjSiU

Beyonce singing at the Stevie Wonder tribute filled my heart with so much love and deep admiration!!!
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WaoF9SbCzs0

If you manage to find the documentary Sexy Baby (on netflix for example): it is highly recommendable!
http://sexybabymovie.com

- fatcatconnection -