not anymore

they came to me, i concurred
my face belongs in a curb
bedazzled with my teeth
and in my eyes, some wrong words
they sung to me in my streets
like songbirds

i look at this kitten’s paws
and i make a mistake,
giving him a slight pause
the kitten picks up and yawns, says
“not with claws
i hold the world with open palms”