Refrigerator

In a derelict 11th Avenue Downtown Yesler
Apartment in 1999,
I lived with my ex
Two magnets holding a drawing
of two loving cats
Orinun Chingu it said
Orinun Chingu
"We are friends "
I come home mad and angry
A real bad day at work
I made some stupid mistake
And I verbally slashed my wrists for it
I shouted blood-curdles at her,
 the cats,
 the Yester Terrace apartment ghosts,
and the refrigerator
but especially
at  
the "orinun chingu cats"
the "we are friends" cats
Merging with the universe
Imagining a firing at work
And having source of income  compromised
Our derelict apartment
Even
Not affordable anymore
And then having to crumple
into the back seat
of the hotel Chevy Monte Carlo
And there it was
My self-loathing vomit
Shrieking
and her singing
the "Orinun Chingu" song
Pointing against the calico chingu cats
who were smiling
and holding pawhands
To make me feel better
She drew the cats  for my birthday
but I wasn't down-ramping my tantrum
and she Slowly give up her song
And her cats
And no longer pointed at
The refrigerator
Any more
And the cats
And the refrigerator
and the ex
All received the epiphany
at the same time
 "He hides it well, but he's sick...
Sick to the bone".
as I wailed
She gave up the hope to calm me down
Not even the cats
Were holding pawhands anymore
And that's kind of how life is
You give up on people
and you lock them in their world and let them implode
And then you lock yourself in your world
and do the same
Would make a better backdrop
if the   "we are friends " cats on the refrigerator
Just dropped the friendship pawhands
And fucked each other
Up the ass
with
Madness
Orinun Chingu
Cat
Mad
Madness