Trouble’99 #wip

“I sat beside him in the freezing cold, and he asked if I could sing and I said no. Great, he told me, you got the job. When you recognize the song I want you to sing along. I started humming along at first and then begin by whispering them, the lyrics, then my whisper got a little louder. I still got quiet and shy with all the people rushing in and out during the heaviest of the commute times. He told me my voice sounded lovely next to his tired hatchet job on the guitar. We were a broken record of a different kind. If we could just be a little louder we might make some bread.”    —  Katya Mills

trouble

was my middle
name. i used to think you oughta

stir shit up. now i know

anarchy is over
rated

revolution will
occur naturally now and
then

do not provocate

just because you see a change

before it comes

be the change. educate

peace is a precious
metal

-K

test flick gnash

i was going about my day with

the best intentions the

squirrels started to chatter told me

all kinds of things none of which were true

gnawing on acorns leaving shells

scattered around my mind

 

i was gonna have to sweep and mop

convinced i was no good

the world a terrible place

 

i found a nice tree to sit under

for a spell i

lay my head back butterflied my arms out

closed my eyes

prayed for several days. the squirrels

they finally jumped

out from the crown

clung to the tree testing

their little claws flicking

their puffy tails

gnashing their teeth they

took off chasing into the high branches

 

when i finally stood

my thoughts were peaceful

friendly. you

gotta make the most of what

you got

 

i gnashed my teeth

and tested back