3.26.25

somewhere 

in the second year 

of writing it 

the book becomes my all 

insatiable 

I forego companionship 

food 

sunlight 

music 

but not coffee 

2 finish

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3.25.25

desire 

never did me no good 

until it was 

what I wanted 

for you

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cell division

 they used to take her apart 

with a single criticism

it takes a very many years

to know yourself indivisible

even mitosis has no effect 

on her. she laughs and shrugs

them off 

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radio.active

we dyed our hair
radioactive we
refused the onset of spring
stayed underground
we smoked and drank
wiped dopamine trails
from our eyes


we held hands


not everyone copes
the same we
are in this
together

#katyamills

3.20.25

An endless cup of coffee took me from the pages out into the streets I could no longer be still and stumbled into the eyes of an alley cat who froze electrified then jumped ten times its height on to a ledge. disappeared. my back fell to the wall and I felt a good story in my veins taking the concrete and casting it in a sempiternal shine.  #katyamills

clock radio

the lullaby

was a mixture of clock radio

distant uproarious laughter

and piano chords

down the case of stairs where partying

had no end

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3.14.25

tell me

if my work feels

myopic

i will do the turn

philanthropic

like Kafka

strike and drop a sulfur head

and watch

the fire in my eyes

reflecting

all my shite

burn

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critic (inner)

the critic

obstreperous

in the head




he took a purposeful tumble

off the top of

the stairs




to get quiet




and make

the body

ache

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formulaic

calling us
from the chapel
the bells chime


in my youth
i am a mixture of social yearning
and fears


a family system
of attack and
reprisal


formulaic
my tears

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dam it

I built a weir to keep the good memories and on the difficult days feeling discouraged i swam up there. #katyamills

pom

 he pokes the floorboards with his cane. hand trembling. benign. always on the move through hallways between back yard and front. encircled by eight tiny dogs he called his kids. a veteran of the war he lives alone. the redhead pomeranian guards the bedroom door every night. 

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nation in distress

the sky held all

kinds of weather

colorful in the east

storm clouds in the west

precipitating

the involution

a nation in

distress

 

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they break up

they broke up with you and your damn phone @ the emporium of communications

they finally had enough

by #katyamills 3.5.25

recent Bluesky blasts

 she don’t care to be incognito anymore she got tired of hiding she was doing it reflexively out of some codependent bs she got trapped in as a kid

they took to writing and drawing … feeling unseen and unwanted by all but the fish in the bowl … staring at them with fearless eyes … swimming in place on the other side of the glass

all the money money money money money money made 4 sadness avarice madness without it we were forced 2 make more

dreamy staring at the xray contours of a root canal while the novocaine sets in

I think I can afford a milk tea with the tax refund I just wrangled

no one ever accused me of being normal

every day waking up you have the chance to start your life over

You can protest in your own way. There are endless ways you can disobey. It’s okay. Express yourself.

Do not let your thoughts of the past or future destroy you

by #katyamills 3.5.25

3.4.25

 the penumbra of memory ... shine the light there ... you were caring for something living ... a little furry animal ... your first ... and it was all you wanted to do ... how caring turned you on

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