Cat

Soft friend

When we were young you slept tucked into my neck

I might still be young but you are not 

And I'm too hungry to sleep

Starved for conversation and commited 

To never leaving this house

Not while there's a world out there

These long walks through the snow and 

This is why I moved here yes yes but 

I'd rather stay tucked in

There are chips in the cupboard 

Chips! To stay home with me.

Metro men vomiting on the benches 

We could be in bed right now

Enjoying the outside inside 

Planning a future

I have 11 friends and some of them have partners 

Maybe they will come

You of course will be dead 

Dead like fathers and winter 

And all the other softest things