It was not because I wanted to shift that I came by your place last week, it was because I wanted to grab you by the neck and fling you out the window and onto a branch of nodding flowers outside. Orange flowers. Round pale leaves. I don't know what they're called but you'd have been at home there, crawling down the bark with your tail in the air. I can't stand the way you blink at me nowadays and I can't stand the way you sneak your tongue out and steal food when no one is looking but what I mostly can't stand is how your scales are shinier than mine.