we set out. the sun was high in the sky. denver omelettes and coffee. we put chains on and headed up the mountain. you were chewing on jerky, i played with the chain on my neck as we talked it all out. the rivers were mighty carrying snow and dead skin down to the valley.
#katyamills
on a winter morning i
fixed my bed head with scrolls rolled into
curls from all the earth’s wisdoms
any sign of trouble i
reach up 4 them
if you’ve lived long as i have
you know life is chess. think
before you move
#katyamills
to the top of our lungs
the same songs we sing at the top
of the subway stairs
carrying our wares
carrying our cares
we pick ourselves up
the world goes around
like there’s no future
we let ourselves down
may we keep working
through the winters of self
may gratitude blossom so renewal can sprout
from the roots into shoots
smokin reds
singing blues
the choices
we chose
need not be
the choices
we choose
#katyamills
he had her in his sights
up on the truss of the tower
bridge she wore the golden
threads the sun could not
contend under a spotless sky
off the paint the winter
morning birds watching he
posed and shot her
#katyamills
our winter is over
it only just started i
don’t know just
how
i feel
the cold mornings
wool hats and long johns the
nights beneath layers
cocooned
the bite in the air the
freezing and thawing. a silence
summer would never allow
will winter be up
for extinction?
time
like a fossil
burns fast
the song of summer has ended
and we nest inside our city
apartments
these dawns thaw out long
after the sunrise. i cut most
my hair off and dive beneath
the complexities
i can smile waking up again. i
can find myself again
in the winter. i
can see my breath
singing
the sun stopped paying attention to our land. we found our way to town by the light of the moon. we traded our apple harvest for peace of mind. the shades took our offering reluctantly. they wanted our homes and our lives. the cool nights will give way to storms. we can only hope to be deluged and snowed in for the winter. it will be our only chance to survive.
up before sunrise
I was made for the dawn
the wind whips off the lake
like nothing can inhabit
this land
the month was turning over like you, beside me, in bed. i knew you would be there for me and that was the point. i got so tired of getting passed by and passing by and i began to believe i deserved more, i wanted more. but first i had to understand how to be alone and be good with one.
now it’s december and not so cold, anymore.
K IS SILENT 