I follow plump tabbies:
Impersonated voices asking for haaam
Dressing up for Halloween, sporting wigs.
Then I’m off to razed buildings in Gaza:
Bloodied heads of wee Palestinian brothers on stretchers
Weeping, thanking the paramedics for a sip of water.
Then suddenly I’m at a frenzied curl-cutting ritual
Amidst orthodox Jews,
Cut short by coachers preaching on
The toxic magnetism of anxious and avoidantly attached personalities.
Next, I’m cornered by the urgency of a last-minute sale on
Thermal tights,
And if I fail to take in some Japanese collagen,
I risk ending up all alone.

I’d love to circle back to those brothers, see if they made it out alive,
But already an asana app reminder jolts me –
I am yet to give a heart to the Ancient Woods profile,
And to a Kyiv drone fundraiser.

translated by Eglė Elena Murauskaitė