my britches have outgrown me
their bottoms hit the floor
their cuffs bellow like denim bells
they roar like once before
their bottoms hit the floor
their cuffs bellow like denim bells
they roar like once before
I retreat into a child like form
that of a tiny orange kitten
held in the palm of her master
disciplined with affection
that of a tiny orange kitten
held in the palm of her master
disciplined with affection
the kitten performs tiny acts
comforted by her keeper
god be damned that he
creates through the extension of me
comforted by her keeper
god be damned that he
creates through the extension of me
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