Far from post-coital I am lying in bed with my boyfriend in the early evening. Our pants are on, we are horizontal with the accumulated weight of the world. I’m under the covers; it’s cold in California in early fall but the warmth and the softness is good, it’s all right for right now.
He shows me the cat on the neighbor’s roof, a roof cat. Never seen it on the street or on the sidewalk.
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