The time is coming.
The task still needs to be done.
Yet, the consequences are minimal
If not none.
So do I need to adhere to this self imposed deadline.
Outside voices say, yes, discipline must be maintained.
Whereas my inner voice goes
Just ignore it.
You can hyper focus on something else instead.
A leak.
It drips.
Above the kitchen cupboards.
Maintenance is called.
Plumber swears.
Overtime ensues.
The stench lingers
But at least he cleaned up most of the mess.
It is safe to use once again.
Mental block.
Extreme emotional guilt.
Physically sick.
Why?
Why can I not get this simple task done?
On purpose.
Pranks gone wrong.
The cat purrs in my ear.
I will always love you.
His motivations I could see.
His struggles were perilous.
Stockholm syndrome?
Or merely sympathizing with someone
who was hurt
and was going through a very harsh time.
No explanation seems adequate
when I say I love him
and I understand why he was obsessed with her
and did the things he did.
No harm came from his actions
except loss of friends
and self esteem,
which is why
I decided to stand beside him.
He is my friend.
Toasted
And baked.
The thunderstorm
Is welcome
For this
Burnt potato
I used
To call
My body.
Now
It is just
A husk.
No longer
Can he
Venture outside.
The new neighbours
Are not friendly
To him.
One will try to rip
Out the screen
To get at him.
The other one
Would ambush him
By the back door.
Neither cat
Will harm him.
I swear
Which is why
He meows
Piteously at me
Not understanding
That he is
Forever now
An indoor cat.
I have a cat
Insisting on using me
As his pillow.
In this heat
I would rather
He strangled me instead.
Exchanging numbers
so the cats can keep peace.
She roams free
until I request
My boy have some bird watching time.
Another drama started
One I made myself
With the help of Mother Nature
I cannot seem to be comfortable
In this weeks weather
Somehow,
I will survive.
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