my furry apostrophe

she curls in, possessive of my love – a contraction of sloppy kisses and tender paws.       **hour 11 written off-site, just now back at my computer to post


There is a coursing wave throughout the fine parts of my frame, where the fish schools come to investigate the mystery of my death. They don’t make much of it anymore–they are used to the sight of rotted bones after millennia of foreign beings crashing…