The cat doctor, his eye bulging full of pin worms,
from carrying around a bandaged head.
Two red kittens are crossed out by a cloud of ether.
chase a green goo.
In the adjoining room,
a hippo with ink eyes welling mumbles into
A lion, with red rubber gloves and galoshes, looks sour and
There is no clock in the room. He continues to mop.
In the hallway, a rooster shakes his head asleep.
POLTRI on his T-shirt. (Meds are prescribed.)
Tiny plastic doors swing closed.
It’s feeding time.
So much attention paid
to the fine dress of a
The hairs of his back
striped with a soft sheen.
The hairs of his head and paws
with French ribbons.
He trails his movements
around Proust’s chair, speckled
fresh-laid robin’s egg,
languorous, made mortal by appetite alone.
the cage in love’s persuasive twilight shimmer.
Everyone wants to pet him.
And for one shining
killer in the cage
looks beautiful, and Death
like a son of heaven.