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I woke up to a cat
on my belly

he said -
“you fucking lamb”
then cut me deep

now they call me a new name
I got bruises and scratches
now she calls me a new name

that cat
that shitheel
that shifty eyed cat
cut me deep
he said -
“breathe deep”

I did as I was told
I inhaled a bucket of fish
stale wishes and cried
into his fur

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“never think I’m writing about myself”
this I told her
and her damp cat -
that bastard