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The Stage Is Set

The stage is set. Afternoon creeps in, settling into the velvet, waiting for the weight of the hour to unravel, petal by petal. The patchwork of calico and cream lies undisturbed in a slow, rhythmic rise and fall. Dust, shadow, silence— just soft things to…

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Room

The window hold the chill outside, Muted red and gray-blue laze upon the bed, clinging to the warmth she left behind. Books bear the weight of her thoughts, growing in every direction. The orange cat kneads silence into a ball, and buries it deep inside…

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February

Cat, enough of your greedy whining and your small pink bumhole. Off my face! You’re the life principle, more or less, so get going on a little optimism around here. Get rid of death. Celebrate increase. Make it be spring. — Margaret Atwood

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A Cat/ A Future

A cat can draw the blinds behind her eyes whenever she decides. Nothing alters in the stare itself but she’s not there. Likewise a future can occlude: still sitting there, doing nothing rude. — by Kay Ryan

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