“Write a poem about how she gave you the sloughing mitt upon parting, your dead skin a gift for you to decide how to bury.
Write about the therapy cat at the Kasbah, how all of our longings are revealed through her: She came to sleep with me. She chose me. I will be the one to feed her.”
I really enjoy the shedding of dead skin imagery in the context of re-emerging from a breakup. And then the cat choosing you as a parallel to the desire to be chosen in love. So good!
Almost three years on, and still I can feel and touch and breathe the beating heart of that Kasbah through your words 🧡
Oh wow, Zhen, thank you so much for your words. ♥️ It was such a sweet threshold of a time.
These two paras are my favorite...
“Write a poem about how she gave you the sloughing mitt upon parting, your dead skin a gift for you to decide how to bury.
Write about the therapy cat at the Kasbah, how all of our longings are revealed through her: She came to sleep with me. She chose me. I will be the one to feed her.”
I really enjoy the shedding of dead skin imagery in the context of re-emerging from a breakup. And then the cat choosing you as a parallel to the desire to be chosen in love. So good!