Cat Singh Poems

Today I listened to a podcast episode
where two female poets talked about
falling in love with strangers singing karaoke
and about ferocious untamable bikini lines.
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The creatures moved
like they were more than creatures,
like there was something enormous
in their small breakable bodies.
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I think it would feel like an abduction
to have another body growing inside of me.
I think it would feel like a thievery.
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Do you remember when
the world looked beautiful
because you had
seen it all in movies before?
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And this person in this car
is kissing me softly
like I am fragile, beautiful,
and about to dissolve
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I've never lived by a train before.
The wheels squeak on the rails while I sleep
and whimper like children waking up
from bad dreams. The whistle breaks in
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Nature always makes me think
of my grandfather.
We used to walk to church some Saturdays,
and he would teach us the names
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My favorite flower is a dandelion.
I like them while they're yellow, fluffy,
and covering the green ground like vermin
in an infected house. I like them while
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I think we become noisier as we grow older.
As babies, we scream out
like entire flocks of geese
trapped in one tiny body,
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The man was sweet,
really, he was.
He was gentle and didn't speak,
just typed and let the words
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