interior landscapes


although i'm inside the house i'm outside the house. my parents chat in the living room, an irony, i suppose, since they are dead. gigantic koi swim in puddles left by the rain. the presence of the koi strike me as odd, even in the dream. then i become aware of the cats. why are they so big? someone picks one up. perhaps it is my mother, perhaps it is me. the cat is gigantic in my arms. i am worried. so many cats. what will become of them? who will care for them?

all those ancestors living inside of me each poem i write my death poem


Published in Atlas Poetica Issue 23

© Marianne Paul 2011