the black cat
with green eyes waits for you
now
to come home from work,
lying low
under the car
in front of your house,
tight against a tire.
she cries when she sees you.
you haven't lost
your touch at all you think
and smile
as you pour a saucer
of milk
to set on the stoop
outside, but
you don't dare let her in,
she might get attached.
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