I lie alone in bed
I lie in the middle
It doesn’t feel right
without you here
I can’t stop wondering
if you’re all right
Somewhere else
you’re lying in bed
Are you lying
in the middle too?
 

My Shirt (1998)

My cat lies contentedly
on my freshly washed shirt.
His peaceful face
betrays no malice
As he slowly looks at me
as if to say, ‘thank you for
this perfect place to lay.’
 

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