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Still Life with Cat I see you watching me through slitted eyes, your mottled fur stretched tight across protruding ribs. Motionless, not a twitch from your mangled ear, as if you're made of stone. And I wonder if I could meld into hues of gray, learn how to be invisible, so no one would see me or know of my inadequacy. |
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