You’re only as alive
as
you can have fantastical conversations
with your cat
about other members of the house (dogs)
and their total domination
and your eschatological victory
the revelation
and the angels
and the intermediaries, those sweet psychopomps
oh the crafty lot
you know my kitty
we’ll
rule the universe
with a litter box
my old friend and I
we’ll broach the sky once more
or so I’ve heard
from people who’re alive
they say
