they.the.firmament

They were in Florida at the time. Ocean, orange juice stands, rednecks, salt and sugar, lizards. She was coming down for a visit one week. The summer of ‘98 found them smoking and drinking, watchin the surf pounding away at the beach, lulling them to sleep until the sun rose and woke their asses up. Pop some X and go for a swim. Lay out the multicolored towels. Feelin the sun layin in the light. He was pushing into keys on the typewriter nights while she kicked back on the couch reading magz. They worked their fingers across the board so the letter arms wouldn’t rust, living off the pay and bonus from the last job. Rumbling around the intercoastal on the bike to take the steam off a hot humid day after the noon rains.      


– Katya Mills. Excerpt from my new project, tentatively titled They The Firmament.

soft.into.the.life

the bricks let

the elements

soak into the

skin

i hit them

hard

dropped a fin

on the bar for a gin

watching you go

soft into the

light

i can’t help it

im obsessed by

the song

please

can we play it

again?

rewind all our fast

trax play it super

slow together

relax

we got no choice we

gotta move on

im sorry but ill be

ok

watchin you go

soft into the

night

gotta find

my voice soft

into the night

soft into the

light its hard 

on us

this life

#katyamills

ghostofgreeneyes

ona street a cat

confronts me the ghost

of green 

eyes

came up crying

talking to me 

like you felt

my pain

you did

know how to hiss

forgot how to

purr

i got some crumbs

for you and some

time. get down

low

crying

ghost of green

eyes. here

i remember i

was not allowed 

to

#katyamills

rotary phone

like some sweet casino game

they drilled holes in a disk

attached to your face

buxom and heavy

enough i could defend my life

by you. crack some bastard

in the skull. curled

umbilical cord wrapped around

the body. receiver gripped cold

dial zero for an operator

will talk you down

until help arrives

#katyamills