life is sharp and ready
to cut
cat on my chest
flexes
pushing retracting
claws
life is soft and
dreamy ona
sunday morning
the newsprint wants
to murder
you
still
so much to do
not enough time
the screens blinding
i would be lying if
i said i was
fine
#katyamills
hong kong. never too far
from my thoughts
all the action in my country
where i am caught. and you
my sister. so far, far away i write this letter
if only to say
we love you
we will not let them bring you down
may we laugh and hold hands may we
fight this together
always be free in our
hearts
back to the liquor store
for another scratcher you
poured a cup of coffee at the gas
station walked out
of town on the train
tracks you recited in your head
the smile the cashier gave you
the balanced smile
all the hope you
ever had ina hopeless
time
#katyamills
we danced to the old songs dated
back when life seemed less
complicated less strung out
on media talking to us from our pockets our screens keeping tabs all
night and day long we danced freely like we had some kind of voice some kind of choice in this automated cyber world you really gotta know deep down who you are
download yourself or get
tagged archived judged and encrypted
back yourself up
the people come together
pelted by rubber bullets burned
by tear gas. fuck the pandemic! they
will not be detained
the force is lethal
calls itself less than
less than lethal but make no mistake
whatever label they slap on
the force is lethal
it can kill you make
no mistake it can and
will
and
litigation can take
the spine out of any
charge
they wield extreme power they can kill you in public
and will. and did. again. George Floyd. we expressed outrage
six feet away from the sidewalk to the ends of the earth. we
who have hearts alive and beating
theft and what did you expect? fires. broken glass. mayhem and what
america? what did you expect? you hunt and trap our friends our comrades
helpless. caged. handcuffed on the ground all the breath forced out of them. another life
stolen another family loss. a community. a nation of communities.
america you will wake up from your imperial dream you will. the
institutionalized isms will be eradicated. we won’t let you sleep our country
means to much to us. leaders arise to deliver
social justice. free shipping. cops accused of murder. found
guilty. based on facts. convicted. sentenced to life
or death
my mood drops like a beat
you answer when i
call and
we get to our feet
walking the miles
just to meet
my mood
rises up become a bird in
the sky
can’t say exactly how
fuck i sure know
why
i stretch i breathe i let my feelings arise
i am saturated i have too much to do
i am talking to a friend
i am
Posted on July 28, 2013 by KatYa
i am trying to find myself
between commercials
apparently
i am located
somewhere deeper
than that
Atlantis
times three
i remember almost dying
the weight
was too great
i got
stepped on
like flagstones
I saw you there
we could touch
almost
through our
imperial pints
of tears
drowning
Atlantis
times three
i got stripped
like a stripper
but without
so much
a choice
off the walls
in the paint
in the darkness
the memory
faint
gracefully
i laced up
to give them
something
2 remember
gracefully
i tried then
2 forget
sometimes
i grabbed the knives
in the kitchen
and turned
toward them
screaming
its real painful
to look
i could drown
in it
Atlantis
times three
i found me
by looking
baptized
by watercolor
bled down
in the city
bled out
to the valley
sweet canvas
of colors
shelters me now
the painted walls
i like to
leave them
this way
i am different
i am young
my spirit
touched by
the sound
of the colors
dripping down
Atlantis
times three
is where
i am found
-Katya
July, 2013
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