Pet a feral cat today,
slick as a black satin jacket
someone’s uncle wears
to drink beers through
Andy Griffith reruns,
a massive plastic jar
of cheese puffs
never far from reach—
his right-hand man.
Let the cat purr into your hand,
nuzzling against your palm,
your hand pressed firm
as one presses into a chair
when getting up—
steady, careful, holding.
Take that risk today.
Reach out a finger,
stroke a stranger,
see if it stays.
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