they was raised super competitive
like – kill kill kill!
the rare times they won a contest they
didn’t really know how to feel
deep down they wondered
why cannot we all be cherished?
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Category Archives: poetry
the ones who ought
they was obsessed and careless
and reckless. then it was over
they put a decided stop they
found a heart for living right
the long heavy shadows
blended. telling stories
in quick short bursts loving the ones
who ought
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Hudson Bay.1922
man against polar bear
man against walrus
against dog against dog
man against winter
man against time
against hunger
no need to be
against self
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old model ford
we pushed past cobwebs
got her tires up. compressor plugged into the cig lighter
her battery would take some time to charge
so we all sat around together waiting on this old model ford
the old man pronounced the virtues of a burro over a horse
when traversing mountainous country
how to get pure drinking water by digging a hole beside a river
how the best place to hide
when running from somebody
is the cemetery
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6.18
we got lucky sevens in the valley
sodas with paper straws we
took our summer with everything on it
the cars no longer sound like cars
the lakes are low the rivers
high and we. for once we are
happy #katyamills
buttercups
contractors pull up in trucks
on a summer morning
one holds the door for me
at the café
i remember a boy inside a shirt
a field of Ranunculus
holds one to my chin and declares
you like butter
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sensation
it was 1991. Nirvana and Alice had just released records
i was reading and drinking and writing and smoking
watching the winds pick up speed
some bastard stole my bike so i
got around on foot
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fact 1
fact 1
you don’t have to smoke
the tires off your cars
to be happy. fact. but some do
and some areÂ
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flower
as you fall in love you may find
less time for your friends who
may wanna kill you for it so
be sure to bring them flowers
from time to time if you hope
to stay alive #katyamills
Russian Ukrainians
they painted one another’s nails
the colors of the flag
and while doing so they
talked about the war and drank english tea
and wondered when the men
were coming home
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