haze and cars all
in the shop for days
the temperatures refuse
to drop. mercury
approaches the bus
stop flashes
red
the betas swim
in flames across
the
english channel
spark
america
spark
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Tag Archives: katya
07.19.18
comin together
fallen apart
broken spirit
broken heart
cotton soak
dollar store folk
iphone clone
addicted to
coke
city spatial
interracial
summer storm
form by
form
bus exhausted
paper chasin
spirits deadbolt
doors
find a window
look outside
thank god 4
a home
come out your shell electric
come out
your shell
electric
do not your
self redact it
expand!
you need not be
contracted
nor smudged
erased
subtracted
walk past the pails with
what the water
boil
pour over now and penetrate
the soil
coffee grounds
for celebration
show up to work nonconforming
refuse to leave
come out
your shell
electric
axis
you were my horizon
i was vertical
blind
crossing the ocean
without a plotted
course
you were solid fixed
i was fitted. the
waves and sheets the
sun and salt
nevermind. it’s not our fault
the night is disobedient
the suspension
bridge of light
you
gave me my
life
scarred
out of sight
blind
nevermind
we are like kids
we are travelers
we laugh at the future
we are all
right
may sometime five
relocating yourself is hard. i was all wound up and so tightly there was no room for a catch, twenty two, or a finger to inch its way between the string and the spool. the risk was decapitation of an innocent digit, say number two, flat on the ground without its curly-q. the tale had a tail. i saw the end of it, too. it was bushy like a cat’s just washed, having dried. the cat was my tiger approaching me now on the bed, after another long night moving more stuff from point a to point b. all crying in his cage earlier, soaking wet. feeling scared and mistreated. now it was long after my usual bedtime and i was the one hurt and crying after the longest of days. finally lying down @ point b. suddenly letting go. the wind took the kite and all, pulling the spool and the string right out of my hand. now we are free. my tiger and his brother approach me. blondie comes up and nestles his head under my ribs. his brother, pitbull aka bunny, settles down on the blanket by my feet. these are the only kids i have. i am suddenly unwound and so happy. the breeze draws in from the window. we are home. we are flying.
one.some
when you have someone who means the world to you and you are related by blood and you have no history of ever doing one another harm, you have about the best thing going in this life. be grateful. reach out to them if you can. talk to them.
partly sunny good chance of showers without you
i can say i have been honest with you, but my words sit on the hands of the clock, beside the point. the point is a solitary entry. markedly confident, rather lonely. a circle to itself. a hole in the moon. a vacancy. divided from the rest. full of its own opinion. terminally unique. you cannot know you can trust me, until you know you can trust someone. all the greatest liars in the world would have you believe they are abe lincoln honest. i miss you. it’s partly sunny here. good chance for showers without you.
