“None of this is for you,” I have to tell my roommate’s cat
as she grazes my feet with her sharp claws
as I prepare a snack of any variety:
“None of this is for you,” I growl
wishing she spoke English
so she could understand
as she shrills and meows and paces
like a tiny ambulance
without a map.
“None of this is for you,” I insist
as she scales my leg
like the world’s best firefighter
all of the sudden
she’s become so determined
and I admire her
even though I’m bleeding.
“None of this is for you,” I remind her,
as I feed her a piece of sardine
and she is happy
so she meows, very loudly
and I wonder “what is going on”
until she runs underneath my bed
to throw up.