remix she

she takes

these rules-of-road
these mandates federales
these ideas of fairness and fears
she licks them 

speechless

swallows
the music the man

the mainstream
swallows

the age-of-fad line

the cess 

poolz

she carries 

the asses
makes u 

her bitch she 

can liquefy 

the earth 

ignited she fumes
she sucks all the fumes

black with blood
she unassumes

and 

somehow

opening up 

through cold rain of
insect-stung steel

crossing

the many states 

america

kid eyes full 

moon

sending steam

beneath shower head flowers

behind ribbons of rainbow
summer hydrant
waters

somehow

like no one like

no one she 

loves 

#katyamills

yesterdays news

the wind picked up this morning and blasted all the spaces, rolling recyclables down and into the street, carrying yesterdays news away. i am awake and listening. community some dream at dawn. i cook up some oatmeal and brown sugar. high speed internet and a chance to reconnect. living well can make you soft and vulnerable but not necessarily weak. that depends on you.

murder by memory part - i -

Will he come back to me? The silence in the house might break her delicate wrists in two, toss her on the woodpile, long nights, to keep warm. Abbreviated days. All of her memory of him coming home. The squeaking of the belt under the hood of his Jeep, where he parked beneath the sycamore tree. One of the kittens would bound out to meet him. Fatigue had not undone him. She would quickly get up and wrap a sweater around her, step into the sandals by their bed on the mahogany floors, and take the 45 steps down to the kitchen, the backs of her thongs clicking into her heels. She would grab a nice glazed ceramic bowl out of the cabinet, pour some oats and some water without measuring, and throw it into the microwave. Oatmeal was his favorite. Then she would hop back up onto the landing, and click down to the front door to swing it open for him. The feeling of his abs pressing into her and his arms collapsing her shoulders. The cool kiss on the neck. These were the memories which were murdering her now.