A Conversation With The Husband

Fire ant in hipScurrying down my stump,Engulfing my paw. Snake restrictsUnable to shift.Hot water,Epsom salt.Subdue the sting,Relax the grip. “Come, my husband.Sit a spellAnd answer me this, Why do I love cats?” No thought, no concern.Words found their wayThrough the mazeHe did say, “Because you’re a psychopath.” Once again, I did ask,“Why do I loveContinue reading “A Conversation With The Husband”