the one i hoped against hope to love in the starbound days took apart the sum of my words and selected from them a single choice, out of context, and left me, dissolute, with the remainder. i burned through nights, furiously attending my reduction. i did not rest until it was done. out in the street one dawn, shutting the door quietly behind, i carried the hearty broth to the needy #katyamills
Monthly Archives: November 2021
underground
no wonder good things live underground for once they see light so often they are trampled
#katyamills
sailing
tacked down
put in irons whipped with sheets
and tapered knots
we caught a sudden gust from the west
and turtled
shocked by cold salt water
we emerged
free again we sailed
slanting rolling edging
one with foaming whitecaps
dotting the horizon
#katyamills
indi.gen.ous
the fields how they turn
from gold and fallow
lush. we let a yawn the crack of dawn
wrap ourselves in blankets
wool the usual layers
had no pull
we kept warm with dance and
song. you need not read a book
to know love needs no push
to grow
#katyamills
socio
all the holiday ads
in all the holiday papers
could not put them
back together
the savings promised
future bank at the
coinstar
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disappearance
fog obscured the sun
the light drawn into water
photons strewn about in a diffuse haze
enfolding sky and land they
walked into the forest
never to return
#katyamills
thirty some
the threat was made the charges
stuck the kids were taken the awful
luck. what will it take to reunite?
will do almost anything the wrong
to right will fight and fight and fight
and fight #katyamills
the heights
hair tied back
they mix chemicals into buckets
with water with beats
distorting the sound slowing it down
hands and knees for you
mopping waxing dusting
on the ground for you conceptualizing
open the valves fire up the boilers
in the cold for you
smiling when the work is done they
disperse into the heights
leaving behind an unreal
shine #katyamills
the out and about
in the in crowd
for the sum of years and days they
self-cancelled over crossed feelings
and forged identity
made a blood pact with the outsiders
to be fearlessly out
and about #katyamills
achilles
i threw the phone
against the cold soundless punishing
darkness. the city an ocean and when it got mad…
the faces pale gaunt dissociated
stress seared into the foreheads
no more! i stretched to my deepest limit
saw it break apart and dove in
after #katyamills