Denise Leto

After Skype Dream

Ian proclaimed her well

as did the purple orchid

and the chocolate cosmos,

the orator and the bell.

A pearlescent moment

went missing for months

so she lay in a watery ravine

with lonesome, muddy flaw,

her mind a flickering abacus where

an aquatic leap of calculus gave

her a first line to begin a second one.

Cubist Cats, CLJ

Cj Cubist Cat 1 and Neesie Cubist Cat 2: A Dialogue

Cj Cat 1:

“So, Neesie, if we smoked cigarettes would they stay lit in the kitty pool? Because Dorothy Parker would be able to if she were here!”

Neesie Cat 2:

“I love that and a bird flew by the window. I’m gonna lay on the heater for no particular reason but will the shape of Dorothy tell pointy poems to my pointy ears or will I dream of astounding mounds of kibble and whiskey?”

Cj Cat 1:

“That sounds like a Dorothy Parker line ‘Kibbles and Whiskey!’ I don’t know because the goldfish are swimming and I am swimming and the blue is like sky only better cuz it’s water.”

Neesie Cat 2:

“That is a golden situation! I think that thinking is overrated except when reading because then it is reading thinking.”

Cj Cat 1:

“Exactly! But then what about the blue in the dream I had about words that were kites in a cup of coffee that swirled until it was blue and we were in the blue-coffee-pool and we were the only ones there and Neesie you were catching coffee-waves and I was swimming miles and miles in the blue-coffee-pool to the birds you saw.”

Neesie Cat 2:

“That’s purrfect! CJ, I think we should make the world how we want. Birds would be able to fly in pools where Dorothy lived in the deep end smoking elegantly with a cup of coffee and we could read under, on, or over water and surf and swim with infinite shores and a limitless lack of stores!”

Cj Cat 1:

“Yes, and then we can eat the delcicious fish because we are hungry triangles and Neesie, though, I think our tails are diamonds?”

Neesie Cat 2:

“Cj, you are a diamond!”

Cj Cat 1:

“A new catopia!”

Neesie Cat 2:

“Art in the blink of a purr! And did I tell you my dream of being born a color in the womb of a cardboard box which was not a cardboard box but an oyster and then the oyster was a color and then the color was on a canvass and it bloomed like a flower and the color was 3D like the sea and you were there and we were at a table in Italy with slanting dapper hats and we were doing the waltz with a beauteous dish!”

Cj Cat 1:

“I didn’t know that one! It’s excellent! What does it mean? Let’s scratch the curtains.”

Neesie Cat 2:

“Cj, I don’t know! Maybe it means my mind is a neptunian bubble trying to whorl! Yes, let’s curtain scratch because it is such high drama which we love! We love it because the humans hate it when we do it because doing it means we are in charge. And our minds are a world and our dreams talk across town because, well, of course they do!”

Cj Cat 1:

“Yes! Want to go for a walk in Wildcat Canyon?”

Neesie Cat 2:

“Yes! Maybe that’s where our minds are!”