the cat within
lazily roams the corridors
and rooms painted in dull memories.
alone she knows
the fantasies, nightmares
and daydreams.
asleep most of the time
in the bright light
of the closed windows
-while i pointlessly exist-
but wakes to enjoy the tuna
and to frolic in the lemon scented litterbox
which i leave out for her -hoping
that she exists, too.
and rooms painted in dull memories.
alone she knows
the fantasies, nightmares
and daydreams.
asleep most of the time
in the bright light
of the closed windows
-while i pointlessly exist-
but wakes to enjoy the tuna
and to frolic in the lemon scented litterbox
which i leave out for her -hoping
that she exists, too.
(2003) allur réttur áskilinn.