Like the cat,
I look at your hand

not the thing you
point to.

I miss the point,
watching the movement

that is you. Not
taking in your words,

I see the torn thumbnail,
the scar across your

knuckle, not the
orange poppy

about to drop its petals

Kali Lightfoot lives and writes in Salem, MA. Her poems and reviews of poetry books have appeared in journals including Lavender Review, Poetry South, Solstice and the anthology Come Shining: Essays and Poems on Writing in a Dark Time. She received an Honorable Mention award from the Science Fiction Poetry Association.

See another poem from Kali in issue 6.1 here.