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& I knew that Stanley and I'd be friends
Even though his eyes were buggy
50% of his face
I could see us in abandoned houses
Him, bulbous and yellow
Me, stained and imponderous
Both of us wearing black
Our frames growing slighter
As the nights slid by
& we drew into each other
I would stroke his fur
Feel the bones beneath
A warm ball against my stomach
Until we fell asleep
June would come
On Neptune that's winter
& we'd both still be there
Maybe in a different house
But still together
Him, still missing
Me, still recusant
& when the sun would touch our pile of tired bedclothes
He'd spring up in a vernal fashion
Stretch his front claws into the dusty carpet
His back towards the crumbling ceiling
& lazily walk out the door
I'd roll onto my back
Stretching my own limbs outwards
And sucking in my stomach
To pull myself up from the floor
What I did during the day
Depended on the little things
Like how long it'd been since I had a shower
& if anyone would buy a sketch
Or a poem
My happiest days
Would be when I spent a few hours writing
About some souls I dubbed
Silk and Mira
They were adventurous lil shits
Lil mischief-makers
& I wanted to give them a whole universe of magic for them to explore
July came
& the days became even shorter
We sleep in parks for a bit
And I spent my days trawling neighbourhoods
Hunting the bloodless scent
That forgotten houses exude
Stanley and I would always meet back at the same spot
Always at nightfall
& I'd give him whatever food I'd managed to pinch that day
Then I'd pick him up
Find a new place
We couldn't sleep in the same street too often
Sometimes the police would tell us to move along
I hated carrying the blankets
Storing them in a dry place
Would always make my cheeks burn
They were my shame
And my only source of warmth
Besides that cat
Stanley
I knew that we'd be friends
Him, sleek & goofy
Me, rough & grave
Both of us
Stray