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excerpt #18 from my new novel, Ame and the Tangy Energetic, available on Amazon.com now! (sorry my cats purr in the background)

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let us walk

religion was boy or girl and binary

this way or that. nothing in between

i was tomboy. i had a spirit

they wanted to catch it in butterfly nets

jar and jam

you were hard and wonderful

not like other girls

let’s go get lost together

and we did

kiss the smoking girl

you think faster than you write and can your memory keep (you) up, when the days fall off like calendar paper painted numerics in a spotted corner where a pay phone once connected the disconnected? relegate your dreams to a political sideshow. the overthrow of nickels by dimes and half dollars in a strip club awaits. she leaves you drunk and singing. your oldsmobile won’t start up in the cold. you don’t care. shove your hands in your overcoat and walk off. watch your breath. smells like midwest. something different the day has for you. bread factory. maybe a motel room. cartoons. a new friend as tore up as you are. laughing against a socieconomic slider. anything but a tow truck and another bill to sign. buy a pint of whisky. postpone the inevitable. kiss the smoking girl.

you were headlining. i was redlining

I dated this girl for a long while. We fought a lot, god did we battle. My blood pressure must have topped out several times, I got dizzy. Sometimes I was sure I was a second away from my heart exploding in my chest. She was headlining. I was redlining. Suffering the embarrassment of being overheard by strangers, yelling and screaming. The cops came a couple of times. That’s how bad it got. I was in love and I felt betrayed. We were in love and we both felt betrayed.

Promotion is annoying and i’m trying to move away from it. It’s not like i need the money, i already have a decent career. Of course celebrity’s a fuckin joke in this country, who would ever wanna promote themselves into a known quantity, only to be claymation warped by TMZ? Probably not you and definitely not me. Obscurity is a wonderful home. i wanna appreciate being unknown.

You mostly wanted things to go your way, you wanted me to acquiesce. I was not the type to give in; lawyers on both sides of my family. We were together and I was mostly supporting us, but you tried. You kept saying you were gonna get off disability and get a job because you were not really disabled, and you were a pretty convincing liar. I wasn’t in the mood to be mastermanipulated but I had faith in us and hoped for the best. Like growing up. I don’t have to wonder why I cannot trust anyone too well anymore.

Just to feel you mean something to someone. like you get me. you appreciate me. thats really fukkin awesome. if i can hold on to that, i wouldnt need to be in pain maybe… and of course, when i stop working on stuff and get passive get lazy get tired and uninspired, the pain re-arises cause when i’m not doing i’m thinking, and when i think too much or for too long, I create imaginary problems and begin to think they are real. I think it would be better to be with someone, just be with someone, listen to them, talk to them, appreciate them, love them.

It doesn’t really matter who.
xxx KatYa xxx