Saturdays in the Palace

The cat lay
in a sunbeam

While we sat
around talking
about sex.

What it
had done


and for us
and by whom.

3 more varied
you’d be hard
pressed to find.

The radio pounded
out songs I’ve
never heard
while I listened
to stories I could
never relate to.

But we laughed
sometimes too.

About who
caught us where
and what we did
when confronted.

I told them about
how I can’t relate
to myself anymore
or forgive myself
for the weapons
that I have allowed
to be used
against me
so long
and then

We were whores
all of us

Because that is
what someone else
decided we should be.

And we got angry.

Wondered why. Cried.

And the cat ran away.


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