"The Cat and I Are Sunk" by Theodore Fox

my bicycle fell off the wall,

the cat ran across the room,

leaped and was still on the blue couch

a bridge on a still morning.


i guess

i needed this today,

asleep surrounded by books,

forgetting to eat and drink,

being absorbed by paper.


the bicycle across the floor

in winter, almost called desperate

to get rid of it because it’s too much

but now it’s leaning on the wall.