smooth balls are cute

--upset at the eviction turn,
and duke has retreated
inside the closet to lick off
what's left of his fur.
my comforting cliche elicits scorn.
don't pull that 'change is inevitable'
bullshit, she writes back.
chastened i relay:
bobby says,
tell duke to throw a party,
invite the neighbourhood
cats. a going away soiree.
chicken will not attend. but she
sends meows and says to say:
hey duke, smooth balls are cute.