prism

when pressured 

2 go with the grain 

in a way monotonous and gray 

back in the day 

they lifted the paperweight

to the sky. determined to bring it down

with a crack to the skull

had the glass not made colors

bold on the white classroom 

walls

#katyamills

August 1

they heard their name
a whisper on gossiping breath
between classes
it couldn't be kindness
think about me talk about me focus on me
all you want while i go about my life and
elevate

#katyamills

sense.less

a goldfish bowl

full of puppies sewn

with flags upon the floppy 

fabric ears was passed 

around

the missile 

flown up into the sky

on government tv

the classroom in rapt attention 

the austere faces of approval 

a trail of smoke

recess

a few boys ran 

behind the brick schoolhouse

and beat each other 

senseless

#katyamills

the heights

hair tied back

they mix chemicals into buckets

with water with beats

distorting the sound slowing it down

hands and knees for you

mopping waxing dusting

on the ground for you conceptualizing 

open the valves fire up the boilers 

in the cold for you 

smiling when the work is done they

disperse into the heights

leaving behind an unreal

shine   #katyamills

white soldiers

she took the white soldiers and broke them

the flanks of chalk made colorful 

clouds you could see your 

feelings on the blackboard still

nobody could say what really happened 

2 her not even her 4 the truth was against the rules in a world of cream

pies and blue skies  #katyamills

unite like a night train unites with the night

september and we were super together and you were natural like a farmer to me you were a farmer and i coulda been a farmer's wife with a farmer's tan and your name written in raspberry juice up and down the curves of my chest and we would not be smiling all the time dripping with honeymoon anymore, for seconds maybe yes, but mostly working and class and working our ass off and classes with glasses cause i don't see as good anymore gettin older, i guess and history looks a little different behind us if we were to look back upon the vistas without falling into it. i would rather fall into you and what you are doing, the hours behind a wheel of a truck, the 12 hour days or doubles, and yes i am single still, are you? if i pull with my arm will you blast your horns? shine your light this way, my love, we could unite like a night train unites with the night but the day will come when we see things for how they really are and would you want me then would i want you? i love you now and you care about me and that is a tasty concoction with shaved ice hoping not to get crushed at the foot of a celery stalk, melting the summer suns into autumn.