I am Lennie
I am George
We are Chuck
We are a Cat.

The cat belongs to Pearl
He keeps the cat safe and takes her places
He likes her fur
He prints his dresses.

Girl, boy, bird, man
Jay is good at winning and feels alive
Nick gets angry in the kitchen
Pearl gets sad.


We curl up by an unlit fire, I like the folds of her dress around my ears it makes me feel:
FREUDIAN
and secure.
We play in parks,
in public, in the bedroom, in the bathroom, in tears, with fists, with knees, in sheets, in shoes, on camera, on pillows, with string, in dust, with others and alone.
We curl up and click frames, we share a sense of smell and:
AMOR PLATONICUS
We talk of things
of people, of love, of them, of us, of poetry, of feeling and of lies; we speak to others, strangers, mothers, dogs, cats, birds and the inanimate.
We go to the party.

Chuck makes a Bee-line for the corner,
Jay is far ahead
Lennie plays with her hair
George Takes a cigarette
Nick looks like the crowd are going to kill him
Pearl touches her tie, sips the wine and sighs.