alameda again

man with a pipe of tobacco paces 

in his own head. isis flops 

on her back undeterred by cars and sarah's 

slovak commands plays

dead    #katyamills

alt version...

old man nurses a pipe of tobacco

paces the sidewalk slow

black vest and chain he strikes a dead stop

composing the thoughts in his head

where anyone would love

to compose. isis flops on her back

undeterred by cars and sarahs slovak commands

tongue out plays dead

too

response to mikulova

i remember how we met last year, a hopeful time for us, our mutual friend turned me on to your work. we were closer than friends really and had never been acquainted. up late the night before i read what you wrote then drove, me and my guy, down to alameda to see daniela, her daughter and you. memories of life in oakland flooding through me. the party was great though a little too much. you were tired from traveling the world and camped out in a big chair, anyways, and i came and sat down by all of you where we exchanged smiles and made eyes. the music and laughter and smoke. of course your words, the ones you wrote, i thanked you for them. this is how it can be with us writers.