Cat

She loosens her peacock blue kimono. 

Massage my back. She’s taller than me, strong. 

She sometimes combs her pubic hair 

with an actual comb and giggles. 

When I smoke, she makes me take a bite 

of apple before she kisses me. She lies 

on her front. I spread my legs 

over her hips, oil my hands, lean 

my weight on her back. She shivers 

like a cat in rain. You’ve ruined my vibe, 

she says, stomping out the room. The scent

of sandalwood and sweat in the air. 

Judith Shaw