husbands and cats

in bed,

the evil-kitty dust has finally settled.

fezzik has turned on the radio,

knocked 2 books
and one framed photo

off the nightstand,

decided everything in the bathroom should be flushed ,kicked the virgin mary under the sofa,

had a ferocious fight with the lemons on the dining room table,

and she’s all curled up on his lap,

hum di dum dum,

grooming grooming grooming.

he is staring at her so loudly that i can hear it.

i say,

what are you doing?

and he says,
i’m trying to set her on fire with my eyes.