seattle. early spring

glass rises up from the waterfront and you and me

we are specks. i am drawn to higher ground

with recollections of cities i’ve known

we stop for a breath looking down on the ships in the sound  

your hair the color mermaid i grab your hand

i must not let go

you yearn to return to the sea       


cat on a cold sushi roll

i was stretching my wrist out

twirling the cat on the sushi roll

round and round and round

a random day off. the work

was slowly killing me one screen

at a time. you told me when

you closed your eyes and listened

to me typing you thought of all the

crazy shit must be going through

my mind #katyamills