the cats on waking
the cats in my house are ripping apart the bag and it is empty
the vibration of my feet touching the floor brings them
running and I just have to pee
but they become these socks that won’t let me take a step.
I have to sit back down and listen to them tell me they are hungry, they will have it no other way.
“All of our physiological needs must be met here”, they say. “Yours and ours. But first, we will listen to each other.”