Thursday, May 31, 2007


In a first-time event, this poem has a dedication:

To the birthday girl, from whom I borrowed a couple of lines.

Title from Okkervil River (MySpace)

This is not a red cat

with patches of brown

and a keen interest in you,

even if it's only when it's hungry.

This is not a red house

with white shutters to shut prying eyes

out from our party that squeaks

when it's filled with red rubber balloons.

This is a red flower

that I picked as the color of love

and the color of your hair

after you dyed it last winter.

This is a red flower

because I'm allergic to cats

and your house is states away

and I wish that I could see you today.

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