Chaos Was A Blue Cat

by Irene Cunningham

the woman I saw within her had pale blue hair with electric highlights. She could nestle in cloud under the moon… in fact it appeared sometimes there were great grey wings puffing around her, camouflaging her nakedness. No one knows what she got up to on those nights amongst rooftops and spires, and mornings after the short disappearances, she’d sit facing walls, tail wrapped around her paws probably re-living reckless raving—I should’ve called her Harpy. I’d opened my door one dawn, found her sitting, waiting to assume herself into my life. Every poster I put up was shredded and so I became hers and she the queen of everything.