You be the mama

you be the daddy

and I will be the dancing girl

and we'll live in the stomach

of a soft fat cat

who shivers with a Siamese purr

and she plays pretend all over my pillow

and she hasn't really been a Christian friend

but she promises to behave this time

taking the flesh and the blood

in a cracker served with wine

chase her kitten tails

through the enchanted forest

up to a castle made from a carpenter's heart

we hang onto fur when it's soft

when it's pretty

when the kittens know

that we are all girls

and she's there buried in a sandbox boat

hiding games under skirts

so mother won't see

that she's not playing house

appropriately