My purse is much too small today
Otherwise, you and me
At the coast of Maine

I won’t try to convert you
It won’t chew your ego to try
It gingers the vote
The fanatical hands
This lame poetry discovering its fate
Its madness
Anyways dear friends
Store this in a cool place
The single substance
Is you
Not what some say

eat a cannoli or two
then pray about it
pray about it without those insulin blues
i am grouchy
but most of all utterly afraid
of the hairballs inside my chest
how many lives
seven six five
fairly clinging
at my imperfect frown
Sincerely,
Olivia
I just adore cats, their courted pouts evermore, meow…
