back home
staining they sketchpads with inks
up all night alone they would not buy the lies for free
misfit friends in they head. loner celebration
extinguished the tv and touched the room with radio
they cast they line
deep and trolled for broken
hearts
#katyamills
i was running through a city park
dead grasses bordered an ominous sky
a man lay unconscious on the riverbank
where he had been fishing
desperation in a friend’s blue eyes
asking could i help?
the sun setting
no hesitation
gotta be there for
my brothers
#katyamills
on a superyacht
at the bottom of the sea
their destiny as starfish
came to be
#katyamills
proprietors of fish
walk the stones in aprons
hagglin with grease pens rumblin
over flavor skin and locale. onlookers teeth
pull apart the connective tissue
unable to satisfy the hunger
they walk away
the amity of the vendors
not 100% lost to them
#katyamills
we plucked the worms from the earth and pinioned them on hooks on strings and cast them into the lake for the sunfish to strike and get hooked through the gills then fight and flight and make it worse and we reeled them in ona pole and plucked the fish from the waters and let them gasp for air while baking on the planks of the dock in the sun until dead then put them in a crayfish trap tied to a cleat and threw it overboard for three days and nights and pulled it up full of crabs cannot get out then boiled a pot of water ona stove and threw all the crayfish in to boil red and cool and break the tails off suck the head, all in the name of lazy summer fun. we were kids. i won’t be upset if i never go fishing again.
AME AND THE TANGY ENERGETIC. A NOVEL BY KATYA MILLS
summer got diluted by the stained glass. some kids were playing chess in the soft light behind but they were young and they weren’t really playing chess they were just playing. a fish in a bowl swam the circumference and filled the form. the heat lost its arrogance on the sill. we made the most of it. the dog asleep. the cat, up high and still. -katya
the bluefish dissolved when
the devil rays flew in
and the sea disseminated
into sky
a line no
longer
what a solution
now nothing would never
make sense
some friends
you cast out for them
too small
they have to be tossed back
to the sea
some friends are like
friends are like
are like
fish you cast out for
them cast out for them
out for them
and (too small) they
have to be have
to be too small and
thrown back to the
back to the
shallows the
sea
K IS SILENT 