the eye-painter's first client

On particular
occurences of
dejavu
the feline on
the lower left cornea
of my eye
stirs lazily
into a heap.
Plastercine
rearranging
form.
My right eye.
dangling
at

the beginning
of the world .
the cat
Hanging over
that potted
corner with
many many
people
heaped in
the geography
of squares.
she goes
everywhere,
tiled into
the scratched
landscape of
withheld
desire, dying
sidetable flowers
and that
unattended cup
of tea.

Steam, clouds
the chair and
the cat.