It’s rather startling: a recurring line in a poem that reads “I could pee on that.”
Charles Bukowski, perhaps? Sandra Bernhard waxing softly poetic?
Nope. A cat.
Her new sweater doesn’t smell of me
I could pee on that
She’s gone out for the day and
left her laptop on the counter
I could pee on that
Her new boyfriend just pushed
my head away
I could pee on him
She’s ignoring me ignoring her
I could pee everywhere
She’s making up for it
by putting me on her lap
I could pee on this
I could pee on this
That’s the title poem of I Could Pee on This: And Other Poems by Cats by Francesco Marciuliano. You may have heard of him; when he’s not recording poems by cats, he’s co-authoring the comic strip Sally Forth. Marciuliano writes the strip; Craig Macintosh draws it. The strip has no cats; those are saved for this book.
To continue reading, please see my post today at Tweetspeak Poetry.
Photograph by George Hodan via Public Domain Pictures. Used with permission.
2 comments:
i might just have to get back onto twitter so that i can take part in twitter poetry time.
but, it will have to wait until comcast comes through with some faster internet speed.
As one who lives with cats, I can attest that this poet has a remarkable insight into the feline psyche.
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