On Cats [poem]

I am always surprised
by the weight of a cat

I mean - they're obviously corporeal
and subject to gravity
but until one actually settles on your chest
or your lap
or your thigh
they seem to consist entirely
of abstract cat-ness

They sit stand stare stroll,
summon strokes,
and occupy boxes

Maybe that's why we love them:
a cat is essence
with mass


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