i let the paper fall
scarred by a sudden memory
touch the silver lotus
with a laugh from no source i
ring the cup with a
spoon. cat with no tail
hidden in the hedge
by the rail i am talking
to myself to know i exist
the day will give a little
like cream softens coffee
she always got somethin
to give
#katyamills
hiding under blankets
listen to momma liquefy
oats ice bananas
green and brown eyes with
coffee spaced out super
perdidos obsessed by
birds #katyamills
blondy and the black cat
brothers contemplative for hours
on this high balcony
only a mouthful of feathers
will end the procession
of cans
#katyamills
i was stretching my wrist out
twirling the cat on the sushi roll
round and round and round
a random day off. the work
was slowly killing me one screen
at a time. you told me when
you closed your eyes and listened
to me typing you thought of all the
crazy shit must be going through
my mind #katyamills
cat out mousing
to sharpen his claws i
stuck inside dredging
the twitter feed like some
weary curator
in a third rate watered
down shop of intrigue
and horror
#katyamills
turtle green eyes stare wide off the back
of the couch strewn with catnip porous by hundreds of thousands of claws. fleck of tail. gnash of teeth
the red sun rising
#katyamills
on my morning walk to seven
eleven for coffee i heard a single bird
watched the light come into the sky
two women held one another
crying by the petrol station
a cat with a collar on a line wrapped round
a man austere by the fence cobalt
eyes
#katyamills
ona street a cat
confronts me the ghost
of green
eyes
came up crying
talking to me
like you felt
my pain
you did
know how to hiss
forgot how to
purr
i got some crumbs
for you and some
time. get down
low
crying
ghost of green
eyes. here
i remember i
was not allowed
to
#katyamills
california state university. sacramento. i got lost on the campus again, after dark. asked for directions no less than three times. i know why they call it eureka hall. the moment i found it i felt that way. the kids were packed in the classroom, florence gave me a big smile and i took my place on the panel. the three stories came before mine were nothing short of inspirational. i hoped my truth could keep the spirit alive. about halfway through my story i found the pulse. the faces began to light up. these are difficult memories to draw. i told them how i owed forgiveness to my dearly departed cat. around 2001 Raccoon turned on me and slashed me in the face with his claws. that’s when i knew what an asshole i had become, deep in the heart of addiction.
coffee and water
cold nose of a cat a couple
jumping jacks
ina lamp lit room
old oak desk
i have had for a quarter
century this silence
amid brief blasts
of furnace
K IS SILENT 