Doing a Thing

Doing a thing instead of enjoying what a thing is.
Hands on hips, cocked head, Wisconsin sass.
My ambivalence, my lack of engagement,
my terrible justification.
My not living, 
my not even doing a thing.

memories of men

my cat snuggles up next to me on the couch
slowly closing her eyes
deep purrs turn into snores
reminding me of all the men
who were once
here
sleeping beside me