hotel 50

we stand together

midway through life

a social distance from the muddy

banks with tablets coloring

an endless supply of rain

the hotel carpet prints a map 

we refuse to follow 

on fumes of espresso

we live on endless supply 

of dreams

#katyamills

love over coffee

the essence steeped

clouding my energy then

overcome

i put down my pen

leather bound journal open

faced in the café i

closed my eyes and thought 

of you

our energies once

commingled here

the pressure of heat on water the

steam submerged in milk

endlessly colored by

coffee how we met eyes

ina non-committal

slightly disinterested

way

i felt you

looking over me i could taste

you tasting me

steeped in me

the essence at first clouded

my energy

then 

then i was

i was

overcome

hyde park cafe

all is elevated
this floor over the earth
this table the grain flush
above the floor the arms
of the couch free
falling bodies at half a perpendicular
snaking lethargically like
my thoughts

elevated
eight sided glasses
opening rims up to the sky
fan blades cutting through a plane
brass reliefs flowering
rooted to the ceiling

thursday night
all is elevated
twenty three
high on coffee high on
dreams

skatin the i.ball

in a crowd i was
a thief my eyes shifty my
shadow darted into grates
hands in pockets pupils
skating the eyeball
in circles. an object of
derision a sinking
suspicion

alone i was birth
and death and
neverending i
drank my coffee
after five hours
sleep

my moment
stirred

i was left
out

i was shy i
longed to
be

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