she sits on a stoop

her ass and thighs feeling the numb

of months of winter

through her jeans

through the cement

through the vibration of the garbage truck down the street

she coos, a hand outstretched

to a cat with ugly scars and sad drippy eyes

that have seen colder nights and hotter days

who’s life has stretched into a series of close calls & bites of kindness

she whispers tender everything to this creature

who calls back to her with tentative steps

and tired breaths

 

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