You are there between the cracks, in the errors, clefts in the alphabet where hands cannot catch you

in the geography of grammar, always lurking thru the lung's livid lacerations; where words break

you are there, in every rupture. A fracture in history speaks of the Phoenicians smuggling

cats illegally out of Egypt, trading them for treasure in the Middle East, across the Mediterranean, else-

where. Always elsewhere, these cats, evasive, whence they spurn their thousand lovers, invariably elusive.

(Angelo V. Suarez)