august lessons

day in and out 

we threw up figures 

on the dry erase board. arrows and clouds 

billowing with basic math 

the universe didn’t make much sense

and that’s okay cause

nothing does

#katyamills

flash

journal # 08.31.16

all i got this morning is a lot
all i got this morning is enough
all the soft edges of society dissolve like stitches

‘precious dawn’ by k

the last polite evening has come and gone
august given away by september
fade to dawn

‘see’ by k

august walks in

July left the dance with a sway and a sigh, drunk off the summer sun high, the fan and her shoulder blades evenly matched as the crickets kept time safe beneath the wing. August came in hot, on fire, with something to prove… boy, did he know how to move.