the world
had been saying
you are unwanted
for quite some time
she lost any hope of
surviving here
then the gods
told her in a dream
think from your
heart
#katyamills
the world
had been saying
you are unwanted
for quite some time
she lost any hope of
surviving here
then the gods
told her in a dream
think from your
heart
#katyamills
the building lay vacant, locked and chained, on the market to be sold. anytime they happened to be in midtown they went out of their way to see it. remembering the ethos there. the tenacity. how everyone pulled together and true to the cause. #katyamills
Tuesday morning. ironing a crease. setting the radio volume low. adding carrots and pumpkin seeds. forming a part in the hair. fingertips saturated in super hold gel. #katyamills
You would come to me, sad and belittled, with holes in you, sometimes angered always hurt, and I would tend to your wounds, reminding you gently that he wasn't all bad and nobody is... a byproduct of the war, damaged property of the US Army and in a great deal of physical and psychological pain.
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WIP excerpt...
They stood on shore, dripping. I thanked them and headed back up the levee to where you stood waiting, my love, and you put your arm around my neck and we walked to the car. I was crying a little and apologizing for ruining the concert. Behind us the kids had overthrown the ball and one was cautiously wading in to get it while his sister was yelling for him to be careful and watching him intently, chewing on her fingernails. #katyamills
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my love
come let us walk the grave yards
drinking our pearls
brush with spirits both
living and dead
arm in arm
tonight
#katyamills
wrapped in blankets lying there on the couch with you and the two tigers staring up through the high windows love was not lost in translation the body letting go of all earthly problems for a while until we realized we forgot to do our damn taxes
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the pen ran dry. they turned it over noon to night restless and worried. posted letters to Brussels and London and Melbourne. what was certain now was fluid. in the park they watched the palms give form to the wind under a livid sky. #katyamills
you grew up with bad influences
bad influences who created you
who instructed you to not to make friends
with bad influences. it was a terrible surprise
to them to experience you separate
body mind heart and soul
#katyamills
8am. beyond her usual waking time. she yawned and stretched and yelled out cathartic. early sun thru blinds made lines on her body and face and across the sheets. she watched Ripley strike the man in the head with a glass ashtray, the night before, and dreamed she had committed an unspeakable crime. she had not been feeling well and needed the rest. #katyamills
we scroll
eyes parched by blue light
a simple diversion
seemingly harmless
we scroll and scroll until the day
dopamine blasted
spirits parched
we pull the plug on
social medias
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my dearest cousin. i am calling after you. your form ghostly and lithe against the depths of the forest. i run after you in this dream. creatures breaking through branches on either side of us. fearful i am chasing the memories. fifteen years since we lost you. #katyamills
age 10
the older boys fling him into the mêlée
adrenaline spikes. he jumps on an older boy's back
to keep from being
crushed
thrown off. hits the ground
hard!
gets up. almost crying. runs headlong
into danger. reticent
no more
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#katyamills
we wanted it to be something it was not. we so badly wanted it. the distance between us made for sadness. for confusion. for anger you had to push aside again and again. and again. the distance grew. it would take years to anchor a bridge in this sea. it's no use being angry i'd rather be sad. it's no good being sad and alone. not having it the way you want it. the way you believe it could be. but it's not. #katyamills
our exultations
they condemned
reducing it to fantasies ailments
lapses of reason
sidelong they watched us
devoid of curiosity
in sworn secrecy we traveled
to the chosen clearing
beneath the city
only to be seen
only to be known
only to be free
#katyamills
time
turned the sun
to stone
in the cold
endless night we
harvested bromeliad
dracaena and cast iron plant
and huddled together
in well worn blankets
entranced by
stars
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