Cities according to a Cat in a Past Life
I remember every alley in this town.
The smells linger:
marinated memories of past doings.
I know their scent but not their meaning.
Somethings don't travel well between lives.
Here's a list of things that do:
catnip. I took a whole baggie with me. Delicious.
My sense of belonging. I own these streets.
You. I still own you. I know your secrets.
You watch television like it's going out of style.
You think I don't understand laser pointers. I do.
You think you live one life, and then you die.
And for most of you: it's true,
your cities get in the way.
*Subject and POV drawn from a hat by first co-lab-er; then passed around the group*