StarCat/CatStar
StarCat/CatStar is dedicated to the memory of David Bowie, that cosmic subversive who’s returned at last to his ethereal home.
StarCat/CatStar is dedicated to the memory of David Bowie, that cosmic subversive who’s returned at last to his ethereal home.
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Clowder<br />
No one is ready for this photo. Not us, not<br />
the cats we adopted on a buy-one-get-onefree<br />
day at the shelter. We sit on the<br />
futon, confettied by cat fur. The tabby<br />
nuzzles my neck, speaks the growling<br />
rumble we think means love, means<br />
friend, means game on. She meets the<br />
camera’s gaze, paw my jugular, some cat<br />
grip that means hers. The calico clutches<br />
your arm, as if to say, Please let me go. I<br />
need to gamble, shout, Hello world, I'm<br />
yours! We’re all waiting for the timer,<br />
fearing one of us will wiggle free, or that<br />
the timer won’t work and we’ll be sitting<br />
there grinning and holding each other<br />
our whole life. If you look closely, you’ll<br />
see I’m leaning into you. If I look closely,<br />
I’ll see how your leg is pressing into my<br />
own. If we both look, we’ll see how the<br />
cats aren’t really looking at the camera,<br />
but at each other, ears pricked as if they<br />
hear something we can’t hear yet,<br />
nostrils pulsing as if they smell what we<br />
could never smell, whiskers feeling a<br />
movement in the air, an impossible<br />
thrumming that has just started, low and<br />
steady.<br />
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