preferred state of being

clothes spilling from
an overpacked suitcase

sleeping bags unfurled
on the floors of my familiars

writing binges and coffee sprees
quiet times and dance-filled nights

a city at once comfortable
and ever surprising, ever delightful

where i can walk through
a menagerie of my history

remembering how i clawed
and scraped for a time

thinking of how i now
saunter in and out

a cat who knows
where the cream is plentiful

who is still (perhaps greedily)
on the search for more