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{cat says he'll be here tomorrow} rebecca tillett Cat says he'll be here tomorrow. I think it's in his stripes and spots around his eyes all blinking in unison like spies. I knew we weren't alone. You yanked my legs open: romance I knew we weren't alone. Cat, the blaring tv, the phone. News says little girl was raped, Cat says he'll be here tomorrow. Phone says "baby, come home." I knew we weren't alone. You yanked my legs open anyway, pulled my panties to the side, only noticing for a minute - the contrast of pink to white. Sun spilled in through the window warmed 9 squares of carpet. You pushed & pulled & fucked: left sticky stains. I kept reaching for 9 squares in vain. Cat says he'll be here tomorrow. Spots around his eyes all blinking in unison. Me, left emptied and smashed. You mumbled "good fuck" and crashed. I knew we weren't alone, spinning the barrel of your shotgun. I knew we weren't alone. Phone says "baby, please come home." Cat says he'll be here tomorrow. I think it's in his stripes and spots around his eyes. Cat needs new disguise. |
