Restless with deserving, I’d bought myself
a kitten. Semi-unintelligible,
she was primed for fable. I could caption
her with anything. Though mostly what
I wanted was to dress her as a lion.

If you like this, then you’ll like that
ads frequently addressed me — and
I knew it to be true — my lungs
forever doting on this specific breath,
only to swiftly discard it for the next

and the next. What did I desire exactly?
I had no answer to the question
whether the costume would make her
more animal or more human.