honey for the cat

in a rest stop cafe
see spiral in my tea 
two dollar mandala
like a feral cat
lick spilled honey from my finger
back aching and hardly register 
repressed & fearful glances
from norman and norma normies nearby
who don’t keep wild animals 
or wild acquaintances 
and want it to stay that way

i put two bags in
is this theft?
to the register, two dollars ready
to find its two seventy-five
two stray quarters in my back pocket
i offer to chase down jen for the third
but michelle tells me i’m set
today willingness is worth something