I get on a subway
And there is nobody there for me
I go to the zoo
The animals are all terribly self-absorbed
In their cages
The bar same deal
I cordon off an empty bed
In the middle of a night
And there is no one
I could play a game of Twister with a mannequin
I pretended it is loneliness
I want a ticker tape parade for my loneliness
Nevermind
I look out a motel window
And there’s a blizzard
Doing savage things
To a parking lot
In the end the winter is funny
For how little it will give
A fuck or even less
If you are eighty
I bet it feels really good
To drop down into a sea
Of living cats
On a dirty mattress without sheets
To be nasty an earth goddess
I bet it feels
Even better
Than an evil fur coat
Used to feel at twenty
Which is how a lover felt
It’s okay
“You, Sir, are a goddess to all these cats”
Grrrr is replaced with miauw