iphone city

she padded around

in leopard print slippers 

giving the plants glasses of water

outside

raccoons huddled up

after dodging cars and found

a broken window to climb into her garage

they were stronger and bolder

the iphones 

made the humans

oblivious

#katyamills

nine ten

you know a life was lived 

when you cannot say

the book was better than 

the real thing

#katyamills

rumors of war

these divisions in the earth

pay heed. often invisible

noted by a sign or fence or posting

which side you are on may 

be the difference between death

and life

#katyamills

live

death was

weightlessness

unpacking all 

the bad karma you 

accumulated against 

the good

life was juicy

a study in animation

test flight of the soul  

not to demonize

dying 

#katyamills

(grow) up

when dead broke the bills 

get big and ferocious they yell at you 

late @ night cant get no sleep

growing up u discover u

your own problem now 

billy

#katyamills

sounds like bees

like indy cars life 

engine buzzing 

flies by

checkered flags 

means your through

hopefully they made it

2 the finish line

too

the girlfriend 

the wreaths

cow milk

4 you

#katyamills

shift.ing

life once was song

created and produced by crickets


ina full throated silence

now 


flying down a dirt road at dusk

consumed with emotion

she demands 

we find another

gear


#katyamills

deep cut no.2

life like 

a switchblade 

it can be used 

against you

#katyamills

be like a poem never will be written

how does one describe the exhalation of breath

the incomplete gesture the

tangible space suddenly

apparent?

there is a part of me died with you

a fragment

a trailing cry pulling at my hair

wanting to lash out and

break…

something to see

the color of blood as

a way in

as a way out

to look for you

all this is like a poem that never will be written

to die to find you

to leave this alien place premature

and come home

when life was wonderful

i wanna say how grateful i am. what a wonderful life. today is gonna see rain in a dry land. what could be more welcome than tears to a hardened, willful visage? when life was wonderful was now