I have a cat who lives
between my ears, who
slinks and shies and only
comes out
when I'm not looking for her.
She chases my thoughts like mice,
flicks her tail along my spinal cord,
perches lithely
on my corpus collosum, sits
squarely on my amygdala,
right in the way of everything.
Occasionally, if I cajole with
feigned disinterest,
she will proudly offer up
a freshly killed thought.
No longer alive, but still,
practically warm.
