he is a furry mammal he smells like cinnamon french toast he
always looks so warm
but sometimes i think he’s letting go of too much body heat he
looks like he’s using up too much energy trying not to be sad
i have bitter cold bony witch hands and
i can do nothing for him
Miss Macross is a Pittsburgh-based poet, tutor, witch, and painter. She is influenced by spacecraft, witchcraft, and personal experiences with trauma. Her work has been published in Philosophical Idiot, Rag Queen, Train, The Mantle, and Flash Fiction Magazine.