Dream of Aunt Bessie's Cats
by elizabeth carter bissette
Tuesday, November 26, 2002
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Cuckoo clock stuffed attic full of old things
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erratic wool the mold sings
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with tic thick, heedless echoes
cuckoo toc.
Aunt Bessie's cats close evening cautiously.
There are goblins at the gate
crouched under late forsythia.
Aunt Bessie's cats creep quietly
Aunt Bessie's cats sweep by, meet me
repeatedly
in cobwebbled corners of a dark and purple kitchen
where steam screams peel back vegetable walls.
The halls are not safe
There are elves in the cupboard.
Drown the sound of my why sighs
cuckoo clock stuffed attic full of old things
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Misshapen hands scratch at evenings latch
evening that Aunt Bessie's cats close cautiously
rings now with tic thick heedless echoes
of cuckoo toc |