Reibus

I met this girl a few months ago, She stayed with me and started to grow. She’d had an op to clean her out And now she chose to sleep about. She stayed inside from early morning And curl up asleep til she woke up yawning When I let her out as Marlene… Or Dietrich might have shone her sheen! I slept in my bed while she stayed outside, She plodded around, glowing in pride. She knocked on the door all through time To come back in and feast on her prime! She’d fight out there and sometimes she’d win; I’d jump at the noise and she would grin. She made my home and she loves that But… how would I ad-dress that Cat?

Where is this corruption in my broken body which takes over my brain/lungs/vagina like an intruder when I am a woman not a man who has prostate/colon/sarcoma? What do you see when you think of my writhing carcass dying when you know those with leukemia/lymphoma/pancreas? Just like a snake voyager feeding me depravity inside travelling through and over and in my disintegrating torso… it’s a lousy visitor which stays until too late when I do not recover/replant/regrow and I will die.