Tino (for ‘Giornata del gatto’)

Conrad DiDiodato
Oct 10, 2020
1 min read

Updated: Nov 16, 2020

Luckily the cat feted was found low in a net of weeds As half is mine, already, the other's not, with a little grime on one pink lip: this cat (of all critters) I thought, slated for love, was lost in darkening pots-- Tino, of cries and starts & of the tonsured neck & the throaty purr who likes to tear sheaves off lonely hearts

(2015)

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