The Balance of Loss and Pleasure (4/4/13)

Under one down blanket and the brown railroad quilt,
The heat of my cats shoulder asleep on my foot,
Her fur alive with love,
The noise of tires on wet pavement,
A rainy spring morning.

A pottery bowl of oatmeal with raisins,
Raisins are the black of the dried fruit universe;
Going with everything.

A hot shower,
The water streaming,
Lathering my belly hair,
Over and over,
The smell of sandalwood spice soap and rubbing of skin,
Thrilling me, sublime pleasure.

About Avery Cassell

Avery Cassell is a queer butch San Francisco writer, poet, cartoonist, and artist who grew up in Iran.
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