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urban fantasy. a reading
story
story
coffee.black
black as desire
my coffee exposure exceeded its recommended daily allowance, and i showed all the telltale signs of caffeine exhaustion, from impending sense of doom to useless fights with the others, wishing i could snap myself into the center of a forest. my devices and pets were all vying for my attention but she was nowhere to be found. i reluctantly tossed a foamed paper cup with a sleeve into a blue bin at a café, and went sideways into a night, steamwhistle of a pot on a stove, contracting a spirit into a five minute steep of an old reliable, constant comment. what to my dismay, her producers had changed her floral notes, and a memorable song of an early childhood was hummed through the teeth ona variable. i don’t care. tomorrow i’m strikin’ out for the old bean, scarred from the heat and black as desire.
stay
stay
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| K. June 2017 |
our gods were different and we broke into hard candy and cell phones chirping to be hacked. China and Germany were already in there, coded in sugar of maples from Canada. the world turned pink and tasted of Pepto Bismol, when all the acid washed away, I asked you and you did, Stay
1984.kids
July came along and nobody knew our names
the fireworks were popping
no one could see them
they peppered our ears
we checked the sky
the powder had ignited
the oxygen burned
the paper falling to ground
after dark
we saw the snakes flying
umbrellas of light
the stars draped by the tails
slowly we recognized
who we were
motionless
cars and voices
and our names being called
in the night
cars and voices and our names
being called
motionless
in the night
our names
being called
– KatYa, 2017
