“You’re a fool,” said the cat
as quick as it landed
Eyeing me with dental sharp sears
You just came back from being a
mother
Don’t you want it all?
The gloves and trek
The mask and fact
“Don’t pretend,” said the cat
that you question my mystery
Because you keep moving forward
Adjusting your skirt
like a cloistered nun
Everyone wants to see underneath
Everyone wants to feel what you have
But a mother
A mother
Only the cat can watch
and decide to not be bothered
Like a news reporter
waiting to deliver
It’s nothing until show time
Make it count
Make them see irresistible in
colors of red, puce and nude
It’s all for their comfort
a smile
a consideration
And it’s back to the cat
Feverish with envy
You’ve beaten it in mystery
Shocked it with your aloof penny
that chants, “please shine me.”
Instead picked up and almost
thrown out
For I make my own luck
When I don’t weep
My own luck when the dreams dim
My own luck when the cat cries
By: Rachel Ready
Date: July 8, 2016
RACHEL READY 