Multi-Legged Lament

hello

this is dexter.

i rote a pome.i hope yoo like it. my two-legger edettid it. for the rekerd, pods are sloh stupit mooveen peeple. (rd knoos all about thim.)


the podescent swath that cuts me in two
surrounds my inner squoonchiness
and overtakes me

over and under
in and out
i am but a fuzzer thwarted

inside a soulless catnip sock

i recline but i cannot nap
i crouch but my pounce leaves me

my dish is empty
my water is unfresh

so I roll in prayer

and stretch into the hallway

doorway covering me in its shadow