with hope upon wakening
believin the work to be done
i open my manuscript
and like the washer the dryer you
spill out on the floor at my feet
such is life
replete and resplendent
we sharpen our blades
and fall on them
#katyamills
Tag Archives: words
pen.cil
took the words from the margins
boiled them down and drank they
essence. lead from the pencil
kinda killed but worth every
swallow #katyamills
the book nobody read
the book nobody read lived in a cell inside they head
the defense for freedom argued nobody will be harmed
but the words got in the way #katyamills
profile #21
soap bubbles for eyes text bubbles
for tongue corn syrup stomach
marijuana cig stuck to sandpaper
lips. the screens
crack and pop and whistle
words march across the tape it’s twenty
twenty one
wash and stand up
to the sun
#katyamills
arise
938pm. the silence breaks
arise with words and the endless expressions
alive i am laughing
@ the past @ the future
the sky
#katyamills
worlds
a great pond formed at the point
there where they gathered for tales
had been told. all had gone quiet
the fireflies formulating a slow beat of light
the pond dried up all its ink seeped into
the paper earth. another word another
world would never be
#katyamills
tbh.1
to be honest i cannot know
your heart your mind and though
your words your actions confuse
and vex me upset and perplex
me i can only be who god
made me and do the best
i can.
#katyamills
mission 0200
you left a pack of cigs in my car i
don’t know who you are i
left them on the bench on
the east front of west sacramento walmart
O two hundred hours
for you
#katyamills
world without words
you will never add up
admonished the numbers
the letters formed into soft
words oh. ok. sorry and if you
say so
you must be calculating
to help us. precise.
do we have to spell
it out?
the letters went silent. they drafted
a non compete clause but the
numbers they just multiplied out
toward infinity
the letters they felt
useless. abandoned
then a question arose
how will we communicate
without us?
the numbers stopped
at a loss for
words
they.i.touch.carbon.letters
we put our letters in a metal box and in the 20th century it was the number one way to communicate in a nonverbal, confidential and intimate fashion. it was only 2020 and the post office and the library and the climate were endangered. i found all my documents. i looked them over and shredded them. i used the shreds for a nest for my endangered species. i am defiant. i will protect them. you cannot locate me in my inbox. my inbox may be convenient but it’s no fun. driving my car helps me calm down, despite a history of accidents, but i may worry about my carbon footprint. you cannot touch anyone anymore in a carefree spirit. you must ask for permission. personal space comes at a high premium. we are self-isolating with our phones. our tablets. our laptops. our desktops. pretty soon we won’t be talking anymore, and the word friends will be incomprehensible. they will be singular. i will be plural. will we ever know a love like that, again?
K IS SILENT 