blues of 20.20 twos

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

song

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

untitled

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.

was december

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.