I'm Not Mad

So there's two black cats
A couple blocks from me
By the bike path
They're a few houses down from each other
& completely identical
The kind of black cats with long fur
& pale green eyes

Well, I swear it's actually the same black cat
& they're fucking with me
Makes me smile when I walk by
Little trickster,

& some people think black cats are unlucky
False, they're just the witchiest kind
Further evidence
That this is actually the same cat
My own little cheshire cat

The veil is thin between fiction
& real life sometimes
Like this obscure sorrow I read about
Called ringlorn, the wish
That the modern world felt as epic
As the one depicted in old stories
& folktales, like when I was tiny
& would imagine I had a dragon flying
In the clouds, way above me
When I was on the swingset
Waiting for the right time to swoop down
& rip my father's head off
Like soon, would be the last time
He could twist up my insides

& that's exactly why I'm not mad at you
Sometimes we have to make real
Our own fictions

Like when we're walking alone.
Hurting.