I see yesterday
a cat walks by
as I try to remember
where I came from
crazy
completely naked
in the street
dancing, fuck the rain
and with bow and arrow
almost
silent and deadly
really
just the pitter-patter
of feet
(stay with me, it’s safer that way)
and the words passing
the line of sight of
some, have vision-
don’t you want others to
question?
why does the world revolve around Me,
yet remain still?
I try to remember
the sound of cat-feet
pitter-pattering by
and that confusion
doesn’t matter
when the arrow-point presses through Your skin