The Note and Other Poems Salvaged by Nilufer Ozsoy - HTML preview

Feline comfort

I weave eights

in between your corduroy legs

and nudge my cheeks against your ankles,

burry tongue poking,

and blink open-faced at the vertical distance,

calculating spring-base

versus pounce-height in twitches

or claw upwards

to the ultimate spot of heartbeat cushion

to rest after pawing you down

once, twice: a nonchalant coda –

dismissive this-is-itness -

and settle into the rise and fall

of warm, slinky sleep