being bipolar
is
basically
being
a
humansized
housecat.

i get
the zoomies
and want
no
demand
full affection.

and
without
notice nor
provocation
need to be
immediately
left alone.

i don’t
hiss (i
didn’t
consider
it).

i want
attention
butonlyon
my own terms.

i love to
stare out
the window
and watch
yet as soon
as i step
outside
allidesire
is to be
back inside
watching
whileyearning
to go outside
once again.

we share
ageneraldisdain
for arbitrary
rules
and will
pretend to
listen when
it is convenient
disregarding
whatsurelydoesnt
apply to us.

dangerously
curious
with little
self awareness.

all i want
is to curl up
next to her
luxuriate
in her presence
while napping
and dreaming
of the sparrows
hopping happily
just outside.

i get louder
when hungry.

i need to hide
in the darkness
when everything
is too much
to lick my wounds
until the need
for affection
pushes me out
once again.

a bipolar poet
with feline traits
dreaming of finding
his forever home
a scarred old tomcat
with a hesitant
rumbling purr
who only flinches
(slightly) from touch.