even steven

they don’t really know what they
are doing

forgot all the things you said
to help them understand

the sun will shine again
your honey will love you
through anything

and when you put on your uniform
and go to work

all will even out
like cream stirred into


2001 karma reel

i paid you a fair wage to help paint these walls 
when you overdosed we could not wake you
firefighters empowered to slap you into consciousness
high on heroin with money you stole from me
when i figured it all out i was blazing mad
but thanked god for sparing your life


slush piles

a storm of emotion

anticipation of victory

all the colors of all the territories

condensed into one

powerful narrative

delivered to all the major publishing 

houses only to face resolute



there is no safe

you wanted me 
to be soft and sweet. safe
but i came out all hard
and tough to swallow

you broke your teeth 
on me. tasted blood

i left the leash and collar
snagged upon your 
fence. i ran with all i
got. body mind spirit  


night fight

must we always ruin a perfectly decent Saturday with our Saturday night fight?



he would work

until it killed him

distant he surrendered the emotional fields 

full of land mines 

you cannot tell him to stop

he has no stop



 ten years before

on the brink of madness

they slept rarely and up all night

emotions swallowed them 

there was nowhere in the world

they knew to beĀ safeĀ 

ten years on

they would never forget

the terror of the past

and each and every new sunrise 

they was inside and out



gen z meets recession

she shivered in a tank top 

walking home in her black work boots

her work uniform long gone

they call it letting you go

which is nice nice for clean out your locker

get out and don’t come back

damn it  she said

i will find somewhere 




the road on which we traveled passed along and over the ridge. life all mistakes for a time before it leveled. we hit a diner. walked around. talked to random people. i am warmer in the cold, paradoxically, gambling the tax refund away… downhills are harder than the climb #katyamills

two nine

we set out. the sun was high in the sky. denver omelettes and coffee. we put chains on and headed up the mountain. you were chewing on jerky, i played with the chain on my neck as we talked it all out. the rivers were mighty carrying snow and dead skin down to the valley.