CAT JUNE 

She took a step toward the door to get the man on the mat, looked at the mail on the floor and took another step back 
And like the fish in the bowl that mom left to die, she took the bag from the man and let the gutter decide 
Spilled her drink on the floor, dried it up with her sock, shifted her sweater and smiled and let the mailman talk 
And with the sweet in her eye, just like Miranda July, receded back like a shadow and gave her best reply:

“We’ll all float like leaves in the eternal breeze but tonight they’re shaking pretty hard and falling on their knees
So I pretend to have read what they write and send. Bend the truth, break a tooth, but these folks need a friend.”

He took a step in the door, threw the bag to the right and there it sits with the rest stacked 20 feet high 
She took the coffee from the pot, held the cup to him and said “All they need is love even if it’s pretend.” 

“Ok, Cat June,” he nodded. “I don’t understand, but my wife back home is like your biggest fan. 
I won’t tell anybody anything, O promise you that. You’re a good egg, June, and god bless you and your ‘cat’.”

We’ll all float like leaves in the eternal breeze but tonight they’re shaking pretty hard and falling on their knees
So I pretend to have read what they write and send
Bend the truth, break a tooth, but these folks need a friend

There’s always someone left out, one kid against the wall watching the others and pretending they’re not bothered at all 
A cat in a bag thrown over overpasses and a ghandi to guide the gilded, shy and troubled masses
And if you try and spy with your third eye the faint flicker of suicide in the quietest guy 
It’s really not that hard, he’s really not that rare.
You see, all we need is to believe that someone cares

We’ll all float like leaves in the eternal breeze but tonight they’re shaking pretty hard and falling on their knees
So I pretend to have read what they write and send
Bend the truth, break a tooth, but these folks need a friend