Through various interpretations
I fish – what a dream featuring
an empty maker of coffee may mean.
Awake now, near my French Press,
found – a feline’s sadness
beseeches the joy of meditation.
One insight portends,
I miss my mom.
I stroke the cat until her biting
softly lays me off.
I murmur, ‘Resist dialing the hoary house,
yards needing a better cure for arthritis,
needles with self searching for deep veins.’
Kettle whistles. Too hot, yet
air thickens near the rear of everything.
Kushal Poddar
Illustration Nick Victor
Authored ‘The Circus Came To My Island’, ‘A Place For Your Ghost Animals, Understanding The Neighborhood’, ‘Scratches Within’, ‘Kleptomaniac’s Book of Unoriginal Poems’, ‘Eternity Restoration Project- Selected and New Poems’ and now ‘Herding My Thoughts To The Slaughterhouse-A Prequel’ (Alien Buddha Press)
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