She just doesn’t care
who pets her, or where.
On this spot or there –
she just doesn’t care.
The neck or the chin
somewhere in Berlin.
A cathedral in Paris,
outside, on the terrace.
There, under the collar
where itches are smaller,
Or along her whole back
near a mosque in Iraq.
On top of the head
in the sheets on the bed,
Or the base of the tail
on the Oregon Trail
Where it’s stiff in her muscles
while driving to Brussels,
or down deep in the drawer
where she likes to explore.
Just watch claw or tooth
in the telephone booth.
She can get bloody rough
when she’s had quite enough.
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