Paper
Fashion magazines, broken-
down cereal boxes and
seven drafts of a poem in
a bundle on the curb.
The gray cat reclines on
last week's spelling
test, she bats a jigsaw puzzle
piece between her paws.
Last night's carry-out
still on the coffee table,
Kung Pao sauce weeping on
a brood of cut-out paper dolls.
14 November 2009
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