A Birman licks her paws—deformed and pale—
and wails, inside the doorway, where the footprints fade.
A belly rises, quivers, falls.
A head is hanging down—the eyes are open wide.
A sign implores, in letters painted scarlet-red,
"My fellows, have a drink, forget your woes."
Fluorescents buzz and flicker, overheard.
and wails, inside the doorway, where the footprints fade.
A belly rises, quivers, falls.
A head is hanging down—the eyes are open wide.
A sign implores, in letters painted scarlet-red,
"My fellows, have a drink, forget your woes."
Fluorescents buzz and flicker, overheard.
