Splatters of aquamarine paint over crossword puzzle squares — I’m reminded of a dreamscape. Note the little cat in the bottom-left corner. Such an inquisitive orange creature! She evokes a stanza from “The cat’s song” by Marge Piercy:
“Love speaks me entire, a word
of fur. I will teach you to be still as an egg
and to slip like the ghost of wind through the grass.”
Pretty, no? I wish my father and I weren’t allergic to cats. I love Polera, the puckish black cat who lives at Alex’s apartment: