a strong enough insult

A poem.


kitty kitty,
meow meow,
purr purr purr,
boyfriend cat in a state of durr.


naughty cat, boring cat,
lazy as can be,
not contributing to his grocery receipt.


typical male, being obscene,
scratching his jam and huffing his feet
like this is the set of his own pornography –
how does someone who keeps licking themselves
on my couch, rent-free,
seem to keep their stinky parts clean?

ignoring me, asshole?
with the matted cornrows
around your stinky cornhole?

i’m not your mother:
i’m your mom, you know!

yes, you!
who do you think i’m talking to?

“this is my place too, lady! what gives?
why are you bugging me
in this private moment of bliss?
i’m itchy!”
would you rather live outside in an alley?
“it’s better than bathing.”

no shame,
on his back,
a hairy, warm tummy under hot sun tracks.


i can’t deny that he’s still kind of cute.
i want to touch him but if i do,
he’ll think i’m his wife & lover, too,
as well as hooman, slave, and maid –
that’s enough designate titles for days.


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