Kisa Kittipunkins

You

When my work
And my life
Seem a string
Of dirty Mondays,
I become a statue:
Granite-hard my eyes,
And chipped flint
Whatever heart and soul.
Most of the world
Leaves me alone
When I do not respond,
But you arch to me
Giving me love
With a curling tail
Until I bend.
Hello, cat.
I should have named you solace.

--James Files

Vital Statistics
Born: February 25, 1974
Adopted: November, 1974
Died: July 5, 1988
Nicknames
Kisa Jane
Kittipunkins
Skanky
Kittibear
Poozy
According to the stars
An ethereal, sensitive, psychic Pisces.

"...She is with me,
as real as the winter snow
that blends the tears upon my face.
A snowflake in my hand,
she is like a fragment of melody that
I find myself humming unawares.
Evasive and elusive,
a song without words,
a song with no end..."
--Samantha Mooney
Kisa Kittipunkins

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