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Mary Boo Anderson

29 May Mary Boo Anderson

CAT SITTING ON FIFTH AVE & 10TH STREET

 

 

The guards & bell hop smile at me in a way that says
We Are The Same

 

Ruby is fat & orange & needy
He only eats wet food and fresh filtered water
He gets a new dish for every meal
He watches me pat his food down with a fork to make it look more appetising

 

He follows me around the apartment
Throws his body on the ground
Begs me to rub his stomach
Sometimes I give in

 

He judges me
As I go through the fridge
Picking around the mould on their unopened berries
Rifling through the medicine cabinet
In the private bathroom of the 13 year old daughter
Using all her soaps & creams & scrubs

 

I try to imagine being a teen who owns anti-aging cream & facial bleach
I try to figure out the difference between being rich & being immortal & I give up
I lay under the tub faucet as the bath fills & feel like I’m fucking the house
I like cat sitting because I can tell the cat
I Love You without consequences

 

 

 

ONCE YOU HAVE PEED YOUR PANTS IN FRONT OF MOST OF YOUR FRIENDS YOU ARE NO LONGER AFRAID TO DIE

 

 

I am a small dog peeing on the streets of Manhattan, reflexively kicking my legs on the concrete
to cover my mess with dirt that isn’t there.

 

“How many colonialists does it take to transform soil into cement?”

 

I told that joke once and no one laughed, probably because it doesn’t have a punch line, just
punch. I can feel it in my stomach when I’m at work, on excel, on my 3rd screen, on my 4th cup
of coffee.

 

I started doing jumping jacks in front of my standing desk.
People thought it was weird, then they got used to it.

 

I started slam dancing in the work kitchen.
Sometimes things fell.
Never the things I wish would.
People thought it was weird, then they got used to it.

 

I peed my pants at my desk once.
Claiming territory I want nothing to do with.

 

I stayed till 6 and pretended to work as usual.
The piss sank into the grey carpet.
And the stench formed a grey cloud over the open office layout.
Time passed as I watched my boss walk over to my desk to offer me a promotion.

 

 

 

HAPPY NATIONAL PET DAY

 

 

I pet the soft parts of my body
The nape of my neck
The inside of my wrists

 

I hoard snacks at my desk
Stare out the window
Remember my owner will be home soon
Return my gaze to the screen

 

 


 

Mary Boo Anderson is an interdisciplinary artist based in Brooklyn. Her work has been featured in Spy Kids Review, Peach Mag, and Leste among others. She performs around NYC and co-hosts the monthly Cool As Fuck Series at Pete’s Candy Store. You can find her subtweeting the patriarchy @whoismaryboo.

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