i am impatience
pounding on your silence, demanding an answer
explain it allto me
pour some kind of tangible understanding
into my hands
that willlinger there and not slip softly
through my grasping fingertips

there igo
the slender cat who pauses
like a queen to touch her face
lazy,curious and vain
there, curling around your calves
looking up withcomplacent expectation
waiting, unsatisfied
for the scraps youdrop

here i am, a slice
of silver ignorance
upon the anvil ofuncertainty
hit me with your answers and your promises
make me anail
that will slide precisely
into the place it best belongs