Soft feet
Dulcie, Dulcie, they did not speak in dulcet tones. The hours and the minutes had gravel in their throats. The inches and the miles scraped your soft toes.
No Comments
Dulcie, Dulcie, they did not speak in dulcet tones. The hours and the minutes had gravel in their throats. The inches and the miles scraped your soft toes.
So here we stand, at the end and the beginning. Cats know that there are only ever beginnings. Cats know many things beyond our reach. But they are gentle, and permit us to believe in figments — endings, the concept of “age appropriate,” the existence of credible vegan cheese — as long as necessary. Perhaps […]