Trusting the Senses by Carol Hamilton My cat likes to sit on photos or anything else paper that might draw my attention from her She never notices another of her species or even recognizes my face flattened out squared off from true space held tight in suspended animation She gets excited about television birds or a cat cry emitted from the speakers She leaps at herself thinking that one backed in silver is her rival, almost a twin perhaps friend of that wildcat I feed out back But the true disturbing thing that drives her crazy is my voice from the recording machine as she finds me sitting there doppelgänger sound my magic my spirit set free of everything we hold true |
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