You came alive in our half-awake dreams
Etching your way into consciousness through a tunnel of ears
Past the stairwell into other human passages.
Your claws ate into the floorboard and teeth
Itched away at the chemical lining
It made the ceiling cry out –
Every movement brought voice
Half-squeaks and higher tones, taking tension
Saved for screams, muffled by asthmatic lungs
Taking breaths. Etching warrens
From asbestos walls that shed
The same snow stowed away as food
Fragrant of stale cotton and cold starch
That scrapes as it is swallowed
Collecting into tracks of your thin ventricle throat
Choke. Let your eyes dilate and ooze,
Pointed nostrils dry heave and tremor
Feel a purer hunger, half-forgotten.
In wanting something not plastic, nor filing
A waft in the air that should only taste like you,
Dead skin and dreaded fur, dirt and sweat thick as pellets.