my brain is
a calico cat
curled up
in the darkness
mottled colors
from significant
traumas suffered
concussed and
softly mewling

it bats at ideas
unwilling to
fully commit
as shadows flit
to draw its
attention
in a hundred
different
directions

a slowly starving
calico unable
to find a meal
lost in thoughts
it should know
better than to
chase after
and yet feels
every single regret