Where I’ve Been August 3, 2011
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The cat has my tongue. He bats it about, claws it, tears at it. He leaves it under a bush next door for his later amusements.
I am a woman slick with sweat, hanging out in cafés on the Danforth.
I’ve rolled away with a half sashay.
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I’ve wondered where you went, now I know.
This is beautiful, by the way.
I read this and thought: why does it strike me as weirdly erotic? It’s the heat. Everything is striking me as weirdly erotic.
It’s probably the cat/tongue/bush juxtaposition. Or the sweat. Or the rolling. Or the fact that I’m weirdly erotic.
When I first read this, I thought you were actually hanging out on the Danforth. And was green with envy.
I’m envious of anyone—even my imaginary self—who gets to hang out on the Danforth.
erotic … definitely. the sashay at the end, like a New Orleans lady.
Oh, Indigo, beware of cats.
I so envy you your ease with words, even when the cat gets your tongue. Please be weirdly erotic all the time if it makes you write so well 🙂
Although, if I ever visit, I would appreciate it if you would refrain from being weirdly erotic.
You’re so creative…
I’ll do my very best, Helen. (I assume normally erotic would be inappropriate as well.)
Yes, stifle whatever erotic urges you have when I’m there. Feel free to let loose your preternatural creativity however.