All Cats Are Introverts

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by Francesco Marciuliano

This Is Just My Face

  Yes, I’m okay

  No, I’m not sad

  Yes, I’m having fun

  No, you didn’t do something wrong

  Yes, I like hanging out with you

  No, I’m not bored

  Please stop asking

  Please just know

  That this is just my face

  As I listen

  This is just my expression

  As I observe

  This is just my appearance

  As I take it all in

  Also, I’m a cat

  So if I were to suddenly laugh

  Your brain would just snap

  i did the math

  You

  Me

  Just us

  I did the math

  I ran the numbers

  I accounted for everyone

  Or at least we two

  But then you had to go

  And invite a third

  Which accounts for the awkwardness

  Of the three of us

  Naked

  In bed

  You two staring

  At this one

  Sitting on the edge wondering where I fit in

  The Loudest

  The loudest voice

  Is not always the strongest

  The wisest

  The truest

  Or even the most confident

  Voice

  It’s just the voice

  That demands to be heard

  That screams to be heard

  That has to be heard

  So they can’t be questioned

  So they won’t be doubted

  So they don’t have to hear

  Someone else say “No”

  And we’re all complicit

  And we all allow it

  And I hate myself for it

  As I look away

  Instead of looking to myself

  Instead of finding the courage

  To exclaim

  “Why did my person adopt a pygmy goat?”

  “Those things never shut up!”

  Go Along With It

  You want to invite

  Someone over

  Then you want to invite

  Their friend over

  Then you want to invite

  Everyone you’ve ever known over

  And I can’t tell you “No”

  Because then you’ll think I’m selfish

  Because then you’ll think I’m dull

  And because now you’re mistaking my every meow for “Sure!”

  why so serious?

  HAHAHAHAHAHA

  HAHAHAHAHAHA

  HAHAHAHAHAHA

  HAHAHAHAHAHA

  HA!

  Okay, I just pissed myself with laughter

  So never think that my serious expression

  So don’t assume that my contemplative look

  Means that I don’t know how to have a good time

  Heh

  Urinating like a burst hydrant on your good sheets

  That will never stop being funny to me

  Networking

  I’m bad at networking

  It strikes me as crass

  As false

  As absent

  Of any true connection

  So I stumble

  So I fumble

  So I knock some change on the floor

  Quite a bit, actually

  A few of them are even quarters

  Because really in the end

  Isn’t money what this is all about?

  means of exit

  Never

  Not ever

  Not once

  Not under

  Any circumstance

  May you

  Block my means of exit

  At a social gathering

  I’ve clawed my way through couch legs

  I’m willing to bet human ones

  Go down much faster

  kitty litter

  Scritch scratch

  Scritch scratch

  I go to my bathroom

  To recharge

  Scritch scratch

  Scritch scratch

  Then I go to my bathroom

  To reset

  Scritch scratch

  Scritch scratch

  Then I go to my bathroom again

  To ready myself

  To be around people once more

  Scritch

  . . . Scratch?

  Then I come out of the bathroom

  To realize

  Everyone now thinks

  I have a blocked colon

  Or maybe a coke habit

  peace

  Press

  Press

  Press

  Press

  Press my paw

  Against your nose

  Only to find

  It’s not the mute button

  Crap

  I’m never going to have a moment’s peace to think

  Space

  I see no reason

  Why you must sit so close

  When there’s another perfectly

  Good couch

  You could go buy for this room

  acknowledgments

  A HUGE thank-you to my family, my friends, Scott Mendel, Patty Rice, Kirsty Melville, Diane Marsh, Elizabeth Garcia, Tamara Haus, and my two cats Kiki and Leelo, who hope their mention here doesn’t mean they have to do any publicity for this book.

  In memory of my dad.

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