Datenight

We were in her strange apartment
When she got the call.
Her grandpa needed his medication and ice cream,
So she took off, leaving me with the cat.
The cat has two different eyes,
One fair blue and bright,
The other is like that of a surgeon.
Evaluating, examining, investigating,
I stared at the yellow ceiling
And sipped my yellow beer.
The cat inspected me with his one eye,
As if I was an operating table,
And then he crawled up on me,
And we both went to sleep
With one eye open.

Samuel Wise is a writer and saxophonist living and writing in Montreal, Quebec. His poetry is dramatic and emotionally raw, yet gentle and quietly interrogative. You can find his latest work in Hiram poetry review, Burrow, VEG mag out of McGill University, and Quibble literary magazine.