it’s sunday night & I don’t know what to say
in the kitchen I keep a jar filled with words
but for the past few days it’s been empty
and I can’t seem to do the math
to have it refilled again
though he’s not been seen for days
I’ve been told curiosity (the cat) is alive & well
hanging out on the west side
maybe he’s the reason things are off-kilter
and if only he’d return
the world would simply right itself
february two thousand twenty-two
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