Feed stray cats
and they become family.
How does this translate to artists?
Will we linger
around your legs
as you chop onions,
purring
and insistent?
But the cats
have no departure date.
There is no outside world,
no phone calls to make,
no husbands to embrace
at the San Francisco Airport.
We can linger
but only for so long.
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