“…only flesh spiritualizes…”’—Jean-Luc Marion

Work-in-Progress

Occaisionally

cats cross my path, look away

back into the bush.

Sometimes they stare me

down. I like cats, but not when

they’re invisible,

saturated selves,

dependent on my rude gaze

giving them faces.

I’m not fair to cats—

no fault of their’s their faces

are faces I’ve loved.