Id seen that damn cat run across her skull too many times for her own good

and each fuckin time

despite the bone flint picked out by its claws gripped and running

she thought its hurtling body preternaturally determined her next great thing

ya gonna fight a big old word like that

gawddamnright ya are

ya might not be able to pronounce it  but ya were gonna stand up in front of her

throw yer arms straight out of yer shoulders and holler  back down girl 

ya were gonna try and stop her

and like that damn whatever cat

shed extend those claws and go up and over around or through ya

no matter how many times yad grab her by the scruff of her neck and hurtle her 

bodily back from where she come

shed bounce like a fuckin rubber ball off a wall gaining centrifugal force and 

weight and speed

till

eventually

it wouldnt matter

no restraint would

ya were a nonentity the moment that natty cat brokered her mind and convinced 

her of whatever it was she was thinking

the only thing that really hurt ya  was the hurt she was feeling when she come 

back defeated

when she come back crying

inconsolable

ya couldnt lift an edge of that black moon

eventually

only time offered her the consolation shed accept

hey

hey

how ya doing to-day

aint half bad

good

you

me Im better for you aint half bad

youre sweet

I am Im like honey

Id say honey and not sugar cuz I was sticky like she needed and she didnt have to worry about keeping honey  it keep itself

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