My cat My muse My mum

You're too good 
For me
Too refined 
Too precious 
Rare 
Unsolicited 
Decent 
And talented 

I am inadequate 
Sociopathic 
Distorted 
And reviled 
By nature 
By god 
By everyone except my cat 
My cat 
My muse 
My mum 

And two little bubbles of infinity 
Regaling my gravity 
With incessant flurries 
Of unbridled 
Constance.

… written in the Spring, 2018.