Kermit on My Leg

Kissing Kermit

If you are going to pass out

on my bed on my leg in the

middle of the afternoon, I

want to pass out, too, though

I’ve drank my coffee, been

unemployed for months, and

lived before then long in the

shadow of love, an animal

sheltered, content, hoping

for a small breath of light.

I ask when kissing

our cat does this

make you jealous?

Not because it is

my mission. Today

marks shedding

season the first

day of spring.

Dry lips coated

with fur because

winter was long

and tomorrow

we will be new.