loss one

another loss -i

You let me stay one night in your room, many years ago,  i was in between places and spaces and a kick in the gut had landed me in Oakland with nowhere to go. Brown-outs were my life back then, and nobody can tell you what your psychosis is gonna look like or how it will feel, because they aren’t buried behind your eyes. Electronic Dance Music was one thing we had in common that night, and we had what was left of my battered laptop to trade tracks that touched us…

if friday was

if friday was saturday

the cost of living was an abbreviated attention span and the tasteless smell of green in the back of your throat. the cost of living was a cold brew coffee fueling an organism programmed to turn on itself. the cost of living was an unholy alliance with anonymity, a television you paid the company to babysit for, hours on end in an armchair, and a remote to control you by. the cost of living was free.

when pennies were copper

mag wheels for eyes
roll out in silent film
silver screen dyes

down walkways
floorlit and salted
and buttered with

of someone else’s storied

long legs falling in love
with strapping lads on streets
paved flat by

land without
cell phones

a sunday. 1955
a city. 1959

when churches were

mark the time
by the bells and
the sun

we rest on
bloody knees

the automobile

home. 1936
the sky. 1910

the pool
1920 and two metres

the denim
1969. when pennies
were copper

the board
she saw better

cut elbows
in ink

porcelain cheap
for the poor

the names
in powder blue

sliding down rails
to the subway

we saw better

laughter echoes

a certain

– KatYa, July’17