Privation
In that chilly apartment the cat found the warmest spot on top of the refrigerator
the refrigerator would cycle off with a violent shiver the cat’s tail would twitch
in the silence that followed we would lower our voices & move closer together
the walls were thin as takeout menus the ceiling had a stain in the shape of Antarctica
we each had bruises on our hips from the other’s hipbones.
Dave Bonta
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