I'm going to go backwards now.
Where is it?
This is called "Lucky Kittens."
"I met something cool, and I can't shake it.
I want to write a poem to the new thing.
Nothing more trans than taking a shit
in the men's room in a hotel.
Also, I had a perfect breakfast and am well.
I exercised, all good things, and once again, I'm flying.
A world without mother is a world without meat.
I'm not crying, I'm flying.
Honestly, I took my mother's tear
from the corner of her eye.
It happened when she died.
I took it on my finger, and I wiped it on my jeans.
The rattling of paper is an exquisite disconnect,
old fashioned, all breaks, making space,
always ready for a fight.
My heat is instantly shadowy like a moving hand or a sound
like no jazz at all."