8.29.2012

felidae

On the day when
someone said you walk like a cat
and you became aware
of your body when you walk
stand sit talk dream dance
and every other damn thing
you do with your body
and you wondered what on earth
does walking like a cat mean anyway
and you thought to yourself
I don’t even walk like a cat,
that’s not an especially apt
comparison, dumbass--
still, on that day, despite
all that you know
in the front of your brain
about cats and women and walking,
on that day, the back
of your brain changed,
irrevocably and forever,
and sometimes, to this day,
you wish that, like a cat,
you had many lives
so you could live that day again.

24 comments:

  1. This poem is SO fine! And you are Cat Woman, like spider man! Cat body is a gift to wish for as every move in perfect balance heals and restores the whole body . . . and changes everything, even in the one life we have:

    "on that day, the back
    of your brain changed,
    irrevocably and forever . . ."

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    1. Catwoman goes with BATMAN, Susan :)
      and thank you. i really do not think i have the catwalk. though i am thoughtful about balance and posture. if i walk like a cat, i walk like a very clumsy cat.

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  2. Powerful writing, kiddo. Love the whole idea of being told one walks like a cat and how that changed forever the narrator's brain. Love the idea of having many lives, too. Though it feels like I DID, each decade a brand new life:)

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    1. ooooh for sure, sherry, i've lived a few as well :) xo

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  3. can you tell me why, reading this I started sobbing uncontrollably? Why I felt, "Yes. This. YES!" it's all conditioned and programmed into the very marrow of us. Am I still clumsy or silly or "blonde" if I don't feel that way anymore, or I am just because I am?

    I loved this and wish I could have 9 more lives to get it right this time, to tell myself that cat or not, blonde or not, flighty or not, I am good enough to LIVE.

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  4. To me, being told I walk like a cat would be so wonderful. Walking with grace, dignity, fluidity. Self-assure. Okay - so I picture pure-bred Abyssinian, not the barn-cat I really am. hmmmm. My job is like herding cats. nope. still not moving like a cat. damn.

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  5. I ain't no feline, but for sure I felt that pressure of awareness imposed by another's impression.

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  6. " ."

    Because words can't express how wonderfully written that was.

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  7. Marian, I will comment on a different aspect of this poem that touched me. Sometimes words someone says stay with one for a long time, long after the person has forgotten they said them. One time a person said to me, "What bony shoulder blades you have!" LOL. I know they would never remember that statement, but it stays with me. I hear you, when you write in the ending of your poem that you wish you had many lives so you could live that day again. Wouldn't it be nice if we could travel back and forth along the timeline of our life and relive special moments again?

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    1. right, it's the awareness, and the never-forgetting.
      time travel? yes, please!

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  8. grin.

    the "dumb" comment that sticks.

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  9. Some cats have a very fine walk, some don't ;)
    I agree with Mary, some throw away remarks really cut to the quick at times and stay with us for years.
    Such a good way of making that statement in poem form.

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  10. Great ending. And I have no doubt that you move in that smooth, slinky kind of way!

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  11. Its funny how certain comments people will make will stick, and sometimes in the worst kind of way. What a great social observation and a fantastically whittled point. Yay....Marian you rock.

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  12. Rolls and drips along like a waterful, naturally and wonderfully paced. Wry and wistful in just the right combination.

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  13. I like this Marian ~ Comments like these changes us, slowly yet suddenly ~

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  14. I was told as a girl that I had a HIGH forehead! I have worn bangs ever after! And to think, somewhere back in history or on another continent, that is a compliment. Ha! My fat cat sways, my Tuxedo cat glides. :)

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  15. thanks, everyone, for reading and commenting.
    *slinks away, self-consciously* ;)

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  16. "on that day, the back
    of your brain changed,"

    Yeah, that's basically it.

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  17. new readers! thank you! YOU are awesome! please read more! xo

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