As Promised (the others are coming):

Just Me and the Cats
for Reb Livingston

Chipotle every day for dinner, soft!
Your wicked excellence (sans Mom) will serve
You well in the hop-house, hussy.
The house is safe as kittens, soft your
Smile is safe as houses—if you worry
About being sentimental, put on
A fear grin and drop a handsome dollar
In the curse jar. Braised kale every
Day with Lou Reed, and in the midnight
Hour, she cried more more more.
Moe Tucker in my breadbasket, a jackal
On the lawn. Someone is always
Listening—the little pitter-pat
Of the murderous childish late-May rain.