what runs away in the night

1. good dreams that never want to wake up

2. best friends, unconditional love

3. music only cats can hear

4. rosemary that refuses to stop growing

5. all the stories you want to read

6. all the hours you want back

7. the grey storm streaked with lightning

8. the soft sounds

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In memory of Bill and later Izzy. Two of my best friend’s cats, gone to join Ghanesh’s army.

This poem first appeared in Lupercalia.

Wife of Lot

What is your real name? I hate being called wife, without a name. I think you do too.

How do you feel with a mouth full of salt instead of the languid, tamarind language of your city? The city that sings to you and you the only one who hears her.

What does she sound like? Soprano or alto? Silk or broken windows? Do the cries of the market slide down her throat like tamarind or salt?

Does the gutter water taste like gutter or peppermint schnapps?

I think I could live married to my city as the queen or live lost and alone with no one but my city to comfort me.

When you died, when your city died, you were looking at each other.

What was that like?

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This poem first appeared in Lupercalia.

Photo Credit: Sodom’s destruction; Lot and daughters escapes. Dom von Monreale, Sizilien.