off my shift. 8am
sleeves rolled up we exchange uplifting words
you thank me for starting a pot of coffee
on my way home sleepy yawning i
pass a house on MLK
yard littered with wheels and frames
a fence for stolen bikes
this work it keeps me
honest
he would work
until it killed him
distant he surrendered the emotional fields
full of land mines
you cannot tell him to stop
he has no stop
#katyamills
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