A poem by Otto Dusquene

CATS ON HOT NIGHTS

Cats on the roofs,
the sex,
it's an insane fight,
visceral,
pure teeth, claws and anger

make sex
how should men and women do
with frenzy

and the despair,
sharp,
under the night,

and the moon,
drunk and pulsing,
seeing all the fucks,
must think

"the cats are better...
  may not be the dominant ones,
  but they know what and how to do"