they call me curious.
no, they call you two games at once,
he corrects me.

I am whiskers and diamond eyes,
a silver glitter topped headband
with ears at the top,
pink lip gloss and
baiting teeth; videos
on repeat that project a
moving constellation at night
slicing through each corridor
with claws the size of countries.

they call me
catarina
he says, no they call
you God.

“catarina”