Tuesday, April 24, 2007


She almost never felt secure.

Security stayed away from her

like sunlight stays away in a storm.

All her days were storms,

streaks of lightning

that lit up the sorrows in her life.

She sometimes let her cat

come to her lap

and listen to her sad story.

The cat understood everything.

The cat never stopped purring

in its perfect way,

perfectly sure that the lap

it was lying in

was a dependable one,

that the lamp in the room

would stay lit.

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