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
reticent was the dawn ona summer morning. the birds chatted outlandishly at the edge of the river. all the people couldn’t bother, full of coffee stepping on it, reaching speeds just shy of too fast for the highway. -katya
6pm. weeknight. seeing red.
gone still in the center of
an interstate. no one knows
this place like i do
ground is polished smooth
like marble
i can find my way home
by sea glass in
stone
Posted on July 28, 2013 by KatYa
i am trying to find myself
between commercials
apparently
i am located
somewhere deeper
than that
Atlantis
times three
i remember almost dying
the weight
was too great
i got
stepped on
like flagstones
I saw you there
we could touch
almost
through our
imperial pints
of tears
drowning
Atlantis
times three
i got stripped
like a stripper
but without
so much
a choice
off the walls
in the paint
in the darkness
the memory
faint
gracefully
i laced up
to give them
something
2 remember
gracefully
i tried then
2 forget
sometimes
i grabbed the knives
in the kitchen
and turned
toward them
screaming
its real painful
to look
i could drown
in it
Atlantis
times three
i found me
by looking
baptized
by watercolor
bled down
in the city
bled out
to the valley
sweet canvas
of colors
shelters me now
the painted walls
i like to
leave them
this way
i am different
i am young
my spirit
touched by
the sound
of the colors
dripping down
Atlantis
times three
is where
i am found
-Katya
July, 2013
blackstar here and bowie gone
i do not wish to crash
try not to overindulge
in sugar and sweets i wanna
good effort going in the right
direction best to give
everything best
to keep reading and
can i keep writing
giving everything
away?
what if all the ones with foul
mouths for an expression you
made suddenly had to internalize
their own externalized
stigma?
IMAGINE
all the people
living under the same weight you
suffer through and
carry on
i revisited the day and
crushed on strangers
what with my tall ice
green tea
ina local
café
