Cat Singh Quotes

i am floating somewhere between the walls of my skin, hovering like a ghost in a haunted room

my body is a glass jar, and i am inside floating in the brine. i slosh about it like a boat on a brackish sea, growing sickly green

i am pressed between the pages of my body like a flower drying flat inside a book.

my body is like the clothing i wear, like a phone case or a casket. my body protects me from things I need protecting from.

my body is the thing he sneaks up behind and breaks into like a burglar with a crowbar.

My skin was a secret to be kept, even in the hospital where they pulled my blood out of my body and kept the insides of me in vials. My body was a secret to be kept, even here.

I don't know how she spelled her "Zoe." I don't know how to spell the way her fingers parted the tendrils of her hair. I don't know how to spell the nurse's voices as they spoke to each other about "that little Zoe" who will be out of here in no time

I feel your pull: deep, gentle, and short. My stomach lurches from the sweet-toothed indulgence. Your fingers are made of candy.

The water is clean and clear. It flows over me gently and does not wash a single, unmelted bit of me down the thirsty drain.

I write poems about you, and people think they're love letters. They think we have made the mistake of caring while we hold each other's bodies in our mouths like cats bringing dead mice home to a doorstep