I Feel Like A Cat Sometimes

By Fatima Hussein

I feel like a cat sometimes, it is great. I freeze and shiver like a king in leather, unsure of my tether, my shivers I call them glitches, more digital, more current, less cat, less social suicide. I hate water, how it sticks and warps, creates droplets of godforsaken liquid matter, pretty but not enough, poetic but boring, wet like melted ice cream, minus all the deliciousness and gagging, now you are wondering do you ever get thirsty? I do, I just do not like thinking about it too much. 

I like fish, omega-3, but oranges too? Still not full cat, the transformation is going to take some time, sometimes I think the devil is walking inside my mind, making me think creatively but concerningly, I remain bold but cautious like someone is 

going to invade my gorgeous sanity, I actually smell everything, every particle, even gone remains in my nostrils, I can smell the strawberries, the perfumes, the zoos, everything in between, the worst part: I can smell it, all of it, my phantosmia and synesthesia blending like two halves of the same soul. 

Here is the sad part, when everyone is asleep, I can still see, I see trees, their shadows big and curly, I can see gothic cathedrals, their spires sharp like the tip of a compass, I can see into windows, couples fighting, families eating, all that boring jazz, sometimes I wish for some light, that can come and take me away from crowds, anyways, back to me, I am feline, petite, cute, but with a bite, with a glitch and a paw that slits.

By Fatima Hussein