bak trak

saw a man on a broke down 

bicycle asking about his stimulus check

everyone wanted to be his social

worker for a second until he said

he owed back pay on child

support

#katyamills

up from the downtrodden

the blood got up in a good way

to see Moscow pummeled with snowballs

citizens out for Navalny

coming home. will we always be fighting

for answers? the blood 

got up in a good way. up 

from the down

trodden

#katyamills

post

the N95 particle parade 

inaugurated a post consumer reality

breaking news

the stuff was in the way   

#katyamills

the 20 twenties

our songs of lipstick lead

immunity boosters and covid dread

our voices unpacked with dry ice

banded together in supersites out from 

under masks like mittens made of tires

forklifted from some autoyard in

vermont 

#katyamills

dawn #534

dawn broke as i walked to see you

bounce in my step. neon signs spun the fog

into curls how unfortunate you

were not home. dashed my love

drifted. piecemeal. distributed among the forlorn

manic girls party boys and the mangy 

cur      #katyamills

route 9

we cut class we cut

through woods to route 9

sliced the town

in two. we thumbed rides

when you pulled over we

ran off to devil’s slide  

a wicked rock to split a senseless head 

you chased us like the cartoons

sabotaged by rockets shot

from coke bottles 

smoking

#katyamills

idc.idc.idc

when whole bodies

trembling and we look dead

in the eyes and the words hit the walls

i don’t care

and the walls fall

you know and i know

how badly

we do

#katyamills

base

crushed beneath the base

work and faith became mindless

too. in the era of you 

know who

#katyamills

the lost and spellbound

he comes to you unafraid

dyslexic softly stabbing

wood all day with a

blade

humming

like a bird to feed

plants hanging around

awhile. dripping with smile

Childish. he dips into you

spellbound. a man he

gets his fill and

gone

you

spellbound

#katyamills

world bipolar

time made history we

shred the wheat in the bowl

soak in milk and 

digest. they lie in the mud

sheltered by big red hats

and flags. injustice

never ends. world bipolar we hope we 

retreat then take the stage

more colorful than red

white and blue 

#katyamills