true story

how
audacious
of you


not the reckless
cutting into my lane

the lug nuts on the massive wheel
ripping into
my flank


but after
having somehow
kept my head from panic
and tracked you


your first words
are not are you okay?
but 'not my
fault'


so sad


#katyamills

we are true

you took my hand you 

pulled me forward against the same old stories

surrounding us

they would always be made up

whereas we are

true

#katyamills

 

31

i wanna wear my life out
like any true fighter who
took the talent god
gave them

and made the most
without regard for pain
of it

giving the world the
very last of all
they got

i wanna wear life out
like any true fight

take the talent god
gave 

make the most
without regard for

pain or 

self

give the world the
very last of all
i got

K reads... 'to those who are true and unafraid'

Spoken word by Katya Mills,
original material from K IS SILENT
all rights reserved



Yes, this is all i can tell you. we loved one another for a very long time, okay. the flowers you braided in my hair i then pressed close to my heart, petal by petal, colors bleeding into my bloodstream, then out my pores and touching you touching me.

You carried me some times, part of the way. this was my path in yours. we could fight it, or we could like it. Or we could try to like it or love one another and our selves through it, embrace it, take it, appreciate it, hold it in our hands and hold it up to the light, let it reflect in the light. absorb the light and take notice of the shadows also where they recessed. how they came over and dampened the heat of the white light, softened its potency...

The lines in our skins, the patterns, the spirals, the curve that our eyes traced and followed, lost and found, dipped into and cooled, rose out and ascended with our spirits to the open air. the boys who showed love all the time on front street. some curious. wondering. most admiring. nice and sweet. strangers and how we meet. and we made an organic whole. the wholeness we saw, they saw and reflected back to us. well that would bring on smiles. that would last, remember? for a little while at least.

We were really of the same kind, the same blood. this would only matter if we cared to come in line and believe in it, the world, in us, our family, in self, our selves. this seemed to me, the youngest, another chance for that to die for kind of attention. received when i was not wanting or needing something impossible for you to give. because this is true. that we are our most formidable challenges. this i would risk it all on. the whole house i do not own. the health i still possess, on a youth level. a phsyiological level.

The psychology is only so prominent as our experiences. the heavy traumas are fresh and remembered in my daily life, i cannot help how they run. they run sometimes close to the surface like salmon running home. The subtle ones are deep running, like they do not move at all, my eyes might suggest. nothing going on down there, just peaceful easy subcurrent substorm lethargy of egg guarding and backward pull of crayfish tailspins. 

Yes, these are subdued or so seem. but you and i we have together swum the waters from top to tail. we have gone with, against, and stubbornly for the sake of love and love lost... i can say embedded in my heart, i often most did so unremitting and unfashionable. not so pretty, and without fail.

Well... at our best, we were grace.