every time my cat bites me

I feel as if I’m one step closer to her loving me unconditionally,

like she does my wife,

their bond is inseparable, and enviable,

my cat follows my wife wherever she goes,

and I’m the third wheel that often gets kicked out of bed,

but one day I’m sure that if I keep letting my cat abuse me

she will love me in her own way, or maybe I’m just projecting

burning thoughts by the millions

with every mind altering chemical

coming in the form of a convenient pill to swallow

one takes me to the Matrix, the other home

I’ve heard too much this and too much that,

squawking madness made up of opining thoughts lathered all across the floor by

colons misplaced and misspelled names written on police reports

that comprise the Composite Man’s desire

to see what’s left of an unexplored wilderness,

gone missing, or gone fishing,

it’s still unclear as to how it all adds up,

but we’re certain a psychic will be able to pick up on his presence somewhere

over the rainbow

Fred Aiken Writing