my car
LYN LIFSHIN
another cat, like the
animal before: T-Bird, after
a mustang. Maybe from how
he called me cat and
it sounded lovely,
elegant, sneaky,
wild and fast. Sleek,
independent, cool. I
spent weeks looking
for the T-Bird insignia
on the wheel where the one
I had took off in a hidden
direction like a cat
that stays out not only
one night but won't
come back. It's the color
of my first cat, Othello,
reflects the moon,
is invisible at midnight,
daring as crows, bright as
ebony, onyx as the
heart of a lover who'll
take me with him into red
lights we won't make
it through