a dream ( for Mandelbrot )

you climb onto me,
and suck me into a rich
kiss, deep and dirty.

when your hands clench my
thigh, white prints are left behind
on skin ruddy with

burst capillaries.
it forms a map -- "i can read
my future in your

leg," you whisper
when you finally release your
hands. i feel relieved.

passive aggression

when you interrupt

me, dear, it makes me feel like

i'm unimportant.

now you are in the

dog house and know it, so you

kindly offered

to pick up toilet

paper and poop bags. even

Steven ? i think not.

nothing's for nothing.

sometimes when you use
a cat as a heating pad
you think "TERRIFIC !

A FREE HEATING PAD !"
then you remember all the
money you have poured

into organic
kibble and sustainable
kitty litter, and

so you shake your head,
reminded that there's no such
thing as a free lunch.