the lost and spellbound

he comes unafraid

dyslexic. after softly stabbing
wood all day with a 

blade

comes to me humming 

unafraid. like a bird to the feeder

plants hanging around 

awhile

my fallen 

smile

childish he dips into me 
spellbound 

like a man he

gets his fill and

gone

world without dust

the past all shredded the 

wheat in the bowl we

soak it in milk and blast off here and now

in god we trust a world

without dust 

#katyamills

1995 self portrait

i was nothing special i

stood shy of six feet i felt 

incomplete i bothered myself 

with misgivings

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solstice

what fragment of light we

found in the pitch heart of darkness

was greater than noon on the 

solstice day 

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year of luxury

sedated on chocolate and pills

a soft butt of jokes dead on

arrival dropped out of survival 

mode. life was luxury status 

year 2049. a soup of liquid liver soak stations 

phones mobilized to do the chores 

sedentary. lesser and lesser 

motion. multimedia saturated

higher designed production

the word on the street a limited 

edition collector soundbyte 

personalities undefined

consciousness nonextant

relegated to epilogue status 

one-liners and tweets regurgitated 

4 swallows

 

#katyamills

2006

i had to desert my friends 

an epic perfectionist i

could not stand to be the one

they got to know i was changing so 

i left and i howled

when they were

gone

#katyamills

golden

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

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