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Ruby in the Dust

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Has your band begun to rust?

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Ruby in the Dust | Has your band begun to rust? Ruby in the Dust Has your band begun to rust? Cat Foot Posted in Poetry with tags cat , matriarch , mother , Poetry , suffering , woman on February 23, 2010 by bodhitsattva I should lay like a cat, soaking up the sun’s energy, waiting for the buzz of a mosquito to open my triangle eyes and tempt a swat. But I am human: a biped who thinks she has more to accomplish than a cat, learning from her lineage to be a woman in balance— well, a cat on a ledge. My orange tabby won’t remember her Mama. She has herself, her right now— good days spent on the rug, in the sun and the mornings after street-fight nights spent underneath the bed with a bloody tail. She grooms although she must be neat for no one, using a sandpaper tongue to keep the wound from becoming a scar. Why is it that I, a biped, won’t groom when I’m estranged from Mother: the matriarch who led me to the ledge, from...

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