I Am Fine

Everything is fine. She sits in the fire, warming herself. The flame is ancient, her own, familiar.

Along the body — seams. Neat ones. Assembled with love. Or very carefully. On the chest — instructions for use, written directly on the skin. On the outside. So there is no confusion.

A labyrinth along the edges. Which side you are on is also a question.

The souls of cats do not burn. They are a special purring fire.

Everything is fine.