World
By Annie Southard ‘23
i sometimes forget
like how i can dig my hands into
my cats fur and press my face into
the crook of her neck and just
become so completely overwhelmed
with the reminder that this small
beastly thing is alive and is looking up
at me with her big green eyes and
she will sink her teeth into the skin
that connects my thumb and my pointer finger
and i will laugh as she bats my hands away
and it’s with childlike wonder
and something maybe adjacent to freedom
as she curls up in between my legs
and hangs onto my sweater sleeve
(she rips holes into my nice knit sweaters
but she also brought me little toy balls
that twinkle like a kids piano so
i don’t find myself ever too angry)
and i remember to look up at the sky
every now and then
and i can’t believe i ever once forgot
how just wide the world is
and how i found myself
sitting on a blanket
scratching behind my cat’s ear.
Recollect
Sarah Salemy ‘21