there are two cats pissing on each other
in the alley behind the casa tonight,

screaming with rage and claws out
with interval bites and growls. an opera

of sorts, better than a high school drama troupe
stuttering shakespeare behind acne

scars and poor body image.
my akita stirs up, nervously paces

the living room floor, not the peace maker
she wants to bring shock, and awe

to the back alley,
tear the rawkus into silence, then

saunter back to her corner, sleep
until dawn.