Midi

A feisty beast, this kitten
she crawls through weft and tangled floss
teeth nipping at my fifth finger
but still, like a rubber bladder she bows into my arms

She cries every morning
creating branching paths over our cork floors
up into the window sills
penned in like bound roots

Such bullshit
that we don’t let her run free
to warm the neighborhood with havoc
and sink blooded fangs into tawny feathers

I want nothing more than for her to rest on my elbow
and rest her peach fuzz chin in the crook of my neck