Already I am feeling like putting my sweaters away
January is supposedly the coldest month of the year and we’re not even halfway there
while it feels warm as I go on about what I’m supposed to do
the kitten keeps constantly mewing as if it is a tape recorder
And the tape is stuck
and so like an automated doll that sings happy birthday to you when you press a little button near its feet
this Kitty keeps mewing on and on
not knowing when to stop.
I finished the first book for the year,
An exuberant narrative of women from all walks of London
And though I haven’t been to London,
Books do exactly that,
Transport me so that I watch these lives unfolding in front of my eyes as if I were Scrooge
Though that’s the only connection I can make.
already I’m feeling like putting my sweaters away.