Jet on velvet


In the gap

between my curtain and window top

a bit of white toothed moon

holds 

a panther cub 

by the nape of its nursling neck

while I watch and scoop little white stars into the rice bowl of my eye

a jet roars restless  

endless 

and for awhile

i want to feel 

the velvet outside my window 

but can’t 

’til 

the sound stops on the tip of a chopstick

and stars once again

dip milk

into the mewing kitten’s mouth

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