in between dreams i had gone for a pee
then fell back under
my arm wrapped around you
palm pressed into your belly
white
i found myself again lost in cityscapes
only this time your
cat eyes beside me softened
the searching
rain
#katyamills
Tag Archives: cats
the one
momma brought the
one home
searching for they
name brushing
they soft and storied
coat round they
long and emerald
eyes
#katyamills
foster kitty
free to roam another
home. dear foster kitty
look so sweet on
all four paws no worry
soon we leave the earth
for mars
#katyamills
ghostofgreeneyes
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
3am
3am. alive and well. technology
my friend at last 4
i can telework
my cats bunny and mouse
my copilots. so excited they woke me up too early
fuck it. coffee on the stove
what more can i ask?
i am in love
if not for this intractable pandemic
reality is like a little child held up
high to the sky after
the big kiss
evenin@home
the inflections
broadcast on
national radio
fatigued she lay
on the bed and he
in the chair
boots long kicked
to the floor
hallway sniffed about by cats
turn themselves before the
stove. volumes
on the bookshelf
the sun’s last light
dead. on underbellies
of palm fronds
reading #78
reading #53
more space guesswork
Andromeda did not mind about the light years gone missing. Saturn or some body in space was happy to harbor them but they sure took their time arriving. Watch out you might get fractal off the rings, or maybe that’s what was supposed to happen. I always cut up my years into months and smaller increments. I bake them in a pan and they come out all seasonal. That way kids know when they go bad, not to eat them. Andromeda takes them back when we send them, and turns them into meteor showers, the galaxy to exfoliate. Deep space is the safest place around, minimal pollution, air and sound. I wanna go there when my world fails me. I cannot stand the anxiety. Earth looks good from the outside, but just try burning through the atmosphere; you will soon discover it wasn’t worth it. Sorry to let you down and all.
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| to the lighthouse cat by kat |
greenblue
goodbye sweet moment
lying in the light of a summer morning
California
readying myself for whatever highs and lows the day may bring. making conscious contact. watching my kittens thirst by their eyes for the birds. drawing back the peaks of audio. tails move side to side with the eyes
these eyes are emerald
these eyes are amber
mine are greenblue…
sending this message to space
