city cat turned country cat
lives out of boxes

dreams of missing things

oh my goodness oh my my
the lady in waiting to find a home

‘the dark ages are ahead’ says her neighbour

her younger selves
sit on shelves

she dreams she’s a cow
her feet caught on the windowsill

but in good we trust
we open our joyful windows

“nineteen vancouver city councillors slept outside covenant house
to raise awareness for the homeless”

in her group home on main street
her autistic sister asks too many questions

they gave her valium
when she takes it zero to hero

disappears reappears
the other housemates no longer disturb her

she becomes
herself

the queen of take it easy
on the road to freedom

an ordinary story stored in the body

there’s a frog on her porch
sing frog sing your rain song

call the water of the skies
bring the sky into her heart

her hot water tank does a jingle bell knell

marylee tells her that in thailand a monkey was hit by a car
his monkey mate picked him up & carried him away

the ghost on the coast painter who painted her haus
fucked off with the dough paint peeling on the ceiling

dad says when the sun comes out on the coast
they all go fishing

he asks me if i miss teaching

i ask him “did people say your eyes are like aunty flo’s?
“yes “ he says “i didn’t like that.”

her aunty is down from fifty mg of prednisone to five
aunty injects herself

when city cat stole the thesaurus out of the Windsor High School library
she was preparing to be a writer
but she got the blues

no one bought the books she wrote
no one bought the cds she made

she suspects the eastlink tech stole her eagle feather
with the help of the flying monkeys
& the negative high frequency
interdimensional beings

city mouse has turned country mouse in mein haus

(no animals were hurt during the making of this doggerel
however fb messenger interrupted the writing of it forty three times)