My large cat is a metaphor
struggling off my lap.
Limbs splayed at awkward angles
attempting to clean off indignity
but also the solidness in my arms
the certainty of unmistaken presence
extending and retracting claws
pressing nose into my armpit
insistent search for kittenhood
relaxed gaze upward regarding me
as I stroke pawpads to open up
a clenched feline fist.
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