PRIVATE PUSSY
Paul Weinman
She hid it where her lap was
whispering of scurrilous dogs
that howled at lampposts...
that made contracts with dark forces
to permit sniffing where others fail.
I watched at night, followed their hunt
initiated their long-tongued lappings.
Then she'd stand
stroke it lightly
purse those lips
only to sit on it
again
crushing my want
with crossed legs.
