blood
upon the lips
when i came to
untold hours
unconscious i
stayed up all night without
any draw toward sleep
i mistook the sun
for death and the
moon for the sun
my face
pale as unpainted walls
i wanted something
i know not what i know nor
how to behave
i know not
why
#katyamills
solitary
censored
the sun kept a great distance from everyone it influenced
to do its proper work
the moon
she wouldn’t damage your retina
mark her with flags
claim her
you who are owned
by the sun
#katyamills
we decided on mint chip
made from almonds
we licked our feelings off the spoonÂ
the silver reflected
a pink full
moon
we low key felt good
friday
#katyamills
drawn at the reach of the sun
high off a glance from the full pink moon we were
low key in love
mid december south
of mars
#katyamills
you can look upon her
the cold desert nights
feel her inside you
as the sun she can
feel you inside her
stare at you and go
blind #katyamills
unable to get what you
want when you wanted it your
eyelids fell over two waxed
moons thankful for all
you have
#katyamills
she concocted a potion for the full
harvest moon. diatomaceous earth
stirred with baking soda
and water. to convey the spirit 40 million years
back when all cellular life was more
or less collaboratively
symphonic
#katyamills
i picked a nectarine out from the fruit market. my spirits rose. i took a bite and looked up and saw the outline of the moon in a blue sky and thanked god. -Katya
i give thanks to god for all what makes my day to day more than okay. my love. my health. my cats. my work. my family. coffee. tea. my friends. the california sun. the moon. the rain. the freedom to express myself in any small way.
K IS SILENT 