Darla she dropped out of school and moved to the coast. It's not a crime to want to be happy, she would say. She worked as a cemetery docent and got into crafts. Anything washed up on the shore was fair game. ya. that was how I met Darla.
Descend with one knee
it was the moment she had been waiting for
and her cheeks blushed
when he looked up
it was pain
it was horror
sweetheart?
yes my love ... yes?
I think ive torn my
meniscus
a dagger of geese ascends above the palpable memory of the dream I'm trying to rub out my eyes. a restaurant. I saw you. Freddy! you looked like you always had. alive! you gave me a colored string to remember by. i tie the baby's tooth around my neck.
1am. a confused looking indigent stands in the road.
I put on my hazards and get out to help.
they charge and knock me down
yelling - look into my eyes!
Okay. I will...
2am. I am standing in the road.
look. look into
my eyes!
a tailwind threw off the scent. the whole pack looked upon her with benevolence. she somehow outlasted the hunt and made it home. a dog's teeth had torn her ear. the marking rendered an aura of 'do not fuck with me' for years to come
it was her turn a boy made a hold and she stepped up above all the heads rocking out to Mannequin Pussy she fell back laughing and surfed toward the stage
mosswood in the moss pit. punk is more than music it's an attitude it's an expression. its a queer and disturbed and fierce family. its a lifestyle. grateful for everyone who brought us together and John Waters. and a big F-you to the system!
the river set out to conquer the land
in league with the summer rains
cresting the earthen walls
made to contain it
a young woman
head shaved
shed her ego on
the flooded
plains
by Katya Mills. 2026
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