Heather Lee Rogers

The cat will only
eat ballerinas now
I brought home
just one tutu
and her blood lust
laid it down
like sunsets in soup cans
our supply hits
hot rod tail spins
so we roar off
through all deserts
breaking cardinal laws
speeding records
principles of physics
she smokes and tells me
we should only eat
what we can catch
sets her iPhone GPS
to the nearest grand ballet
I let her drive, kick back
and drink a rootbeer float
as time drifts off
in melted desert skies.

HEATHER LEE ROGERS tells stories as a writer and an actor in NYC. Recent poetry publications have included Harbinger Asylum (online and in print), Here Comes Everyone (online and in print in the U.K.), The Rat’s Ass Review (online), S/Tick (online and in print), Waterways (in print) and Adanna Literary Journal (in print). She has been a featured performer at the Art House open mic in Jersey City.