You be the mama
you be the daddy
and I will be the dancing girl
and we?ll live in the stomach
of a soft fat cat
who shivers with a Siamese purr
and she plays pretend all over my pillow
and she hasn?t really been a Christian friend
but she promises to behave this time
taking the flesh and the blood
in a cracker served with wine
chase her kitten tails
through the enchanted forest
up to a castle made from a carpenter?s heart
we hang onto fur when it?s soft
when it?s pretty
when the kittens know
that we are all girls
and she?s there buried in a sandbox boat
hiding games under skirts
so mother won?t see
that she?s not playing house
appropriately