what the fuck was i gonna do?
you were suffering from the long virus
listen to you and hope with you
that insurance will wake up and pay
for your meds
#katyamills
what the fuck was i gonna do?
you were suffering from the long virus
listen to you and hope with you
that insurance will wake up and pay
for your meds
#katyamills
from the archive of K IS SILENT 🙂
They went
down
On
one
another
The indents
Of his elbows
Full court
pressing
The indents
Of her knees
He made her
A figure
of speech
She was
so relaxed
Afterward
So relaxed
Was he
The small of
Her back
The breadth
Of him
Shoulder
Blade
To Blade
A Clear
& Sweet
Hearts
Memory
He was
So relaxed
Was she
Forward
She sang
The verses
He played
The chords
Toward
He sang
towards her
Words played
Nice
Soon
They would
Be
Beside
Them
selves
Katya Mills, © 2013
saturday.
i pushed for an oily cup of joe to loosen my structural bolts
swam out and caught a monster wave
#katyamills
they nod off in class
walking the pencil lead down the line
grounded at the margins
this is a brand of resistance in an autocracy
falling asleep
they cannot control what you dream
#katyamills
in the thirty-ninth year on earth the uncon appeared and became conscious. a new formidable player in my life. uninvited. she had to be held up at the gate, a credentials check was imperative. this puppy has some torque to her, i thought, my adrenaline rising at the sight of her. she might turn over the apple cart (the stomach the sole beneficiary). i made a quick decision and i killed her – with kindness. i could no longer survive being conned.  #katyamills
you don’t call. you text. don’t ever call first or you may be banned or cancelled. if it’s an emergency call 911. you can text emojis to convey your feelings. some emojis may have different meaning depending on your generation (x, y, z) marker. if you call you don’t exist. and remember: no one will ever listen to your voicemail. strategy to survive: take nothing personal.
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i had a dream. you were standing in line for concert tickets. for us. i was waiting in the car outside. i could see you through the glass. when you got back to me i realized you only bought one. for yourself. we had a big fight. i was outraged again. you could see i was hurt and nothing could be done about it. emotional i pulled away from the curb. deep in the heart of a city. i was full of adrenaline and losing it. i stepped on it and drove that old Chevy into a subway enclosure. bloody stepping out on the street. you were okay, more worried for me. someone called for an ambulance. then we could hear the sirens. you embraced me. i finally got it. you cared. i couldn’t calm down.  #katyamills
hearts throbbing
ice cream cones sobbing
they traded kisses
all summer
#katyamills
delivering packages on a bike
i am pumping legs
exhaust through my nostrils
the city a living breathing monster
the cars are out to kill us
flat on my back
staring up between skyscrapers
blood trickling down the side of my mouth
i am no longer finite i am
a strange peace
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(meditation on a story i am writing)
the news of the world became more and more a venom
administered into the vein by the cell phone
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