Calico Ghost

I loved you when you were tiny, and I love you now,
but I’m an awful wretched bitch on no sleep

with psychosocial adjustment issues. My seams
are similar to your seams, but they’re not the same,

they’re not what they seem. The American dream
is going to get uglier before it gets better, so

let’s find a grave to dance on, and put on our bellicose
crepe-de-chine. Lingerie and good government

secrets are nice by candle light when the electricity
falters; our feline vision shines in darkest night.