LITTLE LESBIAN LOVE POEM By Karen Christa Marie Minns

Last night
your cat sat curled
like dead leaves, against your back. Her coat
stippled, orange and black,
colors on the white spread
I cannot forget.

It pulled into me–
those nights she would jump
between us–Ghost Dancer–
interrupting our love.

You’d rise, laughing,
your own body as pale,
take the cat into the hall,

It was worth all–
that moment–
you’d turn from the closed door,

turn, and always
Come back
to me.