some beet faced drunk knocked

produce off the stand

dodging shadows stepped 

on garlic cloves 

the masks had just come off

that sound

the flesh breaking under 

paper skins

you paid me a compliment

 i – i wasnt sure i 

could take it    #katyamills


growing up in new england they

was a gale wind pushing 

they voice through cracks in the mortar

wailing. no such tolerance

like pulling together for 

all kinds of weather 

you got miscast who 

would fight for you? thrown on stage 

good luck remembering 

your lines     #katyamills

Bukowski’s wife

she waited for him to get that out of his system

being loved being celebrated by the world

for his poems. finally. all the other women came and went

she could just as easily have felt scorned she

coulda chose not to be born she

got brave and some say stupid she loved him

for the rest of his days  #katyamills