Ode to Edith Sodergran

I was with a cat last night, one of those dream animals and we were discussing apprehension, the three types—“first the body, recurrent dust,” I said to the cat. “We walk and meet other animate dust clouds, we know the world mostly as rain,” I said and the cat was unimpressed. “Then there’s comic irony, the best you can get from spiritual and intellectual life,” I said. Then I woke up before I could tell the cat number three…