The Cat In The Closet

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The Cat In The Closet

I had been drunk for a week, and then a black girl with big innocent eyes read me one of her poems, and the poem was so bad and she was such a nice thing; I couldn't say anything about how bad the poem had been so I went into the bathroom, took the top off the water closet, and broke it on the floor. Then I came out and stretched on the floor. I was stretched out in front of a folk singer, listening, squeezing her legs, rubbing her thighs when somebody said, "Hank!" and I looked up and there were 2 cops at the door. I got up...

Appears in Books

• Absence of the Hero - 2010, pg. 78

Appears in Magazines

• NOLA Express - no. 51, March 20-April 2 1970