“I try not to dwell in small places after a hunt”

I try not to dwell in small places after a hunt,
Or for long anywhere these days; any moment, any space
if reckless, permits your scent’s return
Like a cat expecting dinner after a long adventure,
Coolly curled at the door, the ledge, scratching sometimes
As if it knows I’ve been fishing— but I will not flip
the light switch, I try not to dwell. Or else, in the dark,
my eyes will fall to rest past the curtains
On the matted fur where a collar once was
(a little too tightly in fact)

— Liyana Dizzy, 27

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Written for Rocket while waiting for a work event to start. Her three words: flip, scent, and long.

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