pick-me-up

ok, so i fed you when you asked
as soon as i walked in, opened the door
those green-gold eyes unhestitatingly
flashing their disapproval, well excusssssssssssse
me, Missy, i committed the
unpardonable sin, leaving your bowl next-to
empty,
well, you see, my darling kitty, i've been feeling
depressed lately, out-of-sorts and whacked out,
it's an affliction, lack-of-light, actually and
factually it's cold as mortal sin, the sun is
infrequent in this mistake-by-the-Lake
(did i just write that out loud?)
and though the 4-foot-long icicles were dripping
and crashing today, thigh-high snow melting; long-last,
in January thaws
the streets grimey, dingy-grey, a cold wind already blowing
another absurdly Arctic blast,
but i'm not all that bad, you see, i've thrown some catnip
for you on  the black and white tiled floor, HEY
MIMI!, you always come when you're called not like some men
i know, it's quite ironic you see, i've been a woman of independent means,
never needed anyone before, and almost every fucking man I've fallen
for lately is falling for the needy little girley-girl ones,
hey girl, you're not listening to me, are you?
that catnip is bringing you to catestacy.... i see.

one of us might as well be rolling around in the height
of orgasmic delight.