My cat, beside me takes up 

Bed-space

And I say that although

It isn't true

Because it sounds better

Than sitting alone

A year or two of empty

Lunch table

Brown shit chairs

With cold legs

That stare back at you

Evil experience of your lunch-face

While me and my PMS Lucifer 

Lay comfortably on the edge

Feet curled up on the wood holding 

A lumpy mattress 

I replaced the blood sheets with ones

Simply blue

I walk often despite the heat

And no one thinks

I'm crazy

Because I don't know anyone to think

But all the same I go back

And forth

To his house much more

White and plastered and cold

Without us

Thankfully that means

We have to be together

To sit for hours out of classes

Wandering worlds of video games

And endless words we want meaning from

And endless DVDs unfinished 

Obsessing over Anakin Skywalker and

His new cat 

For short we call 

Pancake

Even she gets man-made material 

Stuck in her paws

Every now and then

And it was once only a correspondence