JAZZ

do you like jazz?

i ask catty who shows me his impeccably clean anus

i never thought i would, i say

i always found the apparent lack of discipline uncomfortable

but
i
know
different now

jazz dances by itself and the musicians MAKE me believe

catty pulls a yellow child's book from the low shelf
and
i
ask
him
to go to the shop with his pocket money
and
buy
me
some sliced white to toast

i threaten to force him to read the book if he doesn't

he's disappeared

don't you like the jazz then catty?  i ask the doorway

and
wonder
if
there's
any
eggs left