noon or thereabouts i stretch out i whistle for the cat he comes belly wobbles squeaks jumping up to the bed lays down lays down like my little spoon i bury my face in the fur of his tiny shoulders he smells animal clean he smells like home he purrs he ramps it up to a kind of double purr like he might burst then he quiets a nostril whistles his head sinks an asthmatic snore an adorable sideways wriggle and i drift then too him in my arms both of us trembling with dreams
saturday football in the pub id go for the drinks and sink into a dark bubble
i never Got It back then all the Go Reds & Go Blues and i got no laughs saying if only theyd work TOGETHER theyd score more goals that way but it WAS green like the snooker id watch and d r i f t the next day taming my hangover with bottled beer and green weed