Twins in a Womb
I was a hunter cat with no claws;
landlocked and yearning for the sea.
I wished I could live between the spaces of your teeth.
I fell in love with you because you were 22 with laugh lines.
You loved that I cried every time I saw roadkill.
I was skeptical of your running sneakers but said “yes” to dinner with you anyway.
Now I love picking you up from work every day,
the way your scent clings to my hair when I sleep on your pillow,
the way my cat likes you more than he likes me.
You’re the m&m’s in trailmix,
a matchbox car in a toddler’s pocket,
the way he house smells when you open all the windows in spring.
My skin calls out to you,
AB- blood to a mosquito,
and we sleep like twins in a womb.
Gianna is a student at Bryant University in Rhode Island studying communication and creative writing. Her work has been featured in Kitty Litter Press, a poetry e-book, and she served as Bryant’s Arts & Sciences Magazine editor. In her free time, you can find her reading tarot cards, eating pizza, or advocating for social justice.