Wednesday, 12 March 2025

formulaic



calling us
from the chapel
the bells chime


in my youth
i am a mixture of social yearning
and fears


a family system
of attack and
reprisal


formulaic
my tears

#katyamills

Sunday, 9 March 2025

dam it

I built a weir to keep the good memories and on the difficult days feeling discouraged i swam up there. #katyamills

Saturday, 8 March 2025

pom

 he pokes the floorboards with his cane. hand trembling. benign. always on the move through hallways between back yard and front. encircled by eight tiny dogs he called his kids. a veteran of the war he lives alone. the redhead pomeranian guards the bedroom door every night. 

#katyamills

Thursday, 6 March 2025

nation in distress



the sky held all

kinds of weather

colorful in the east

storm clouds in the west

precipitating

the involution

a nation in

distress

 

#katyamills

Wednesday, 5 March 2025

they break up



they broke up with you and your damn phone @ the emporium of communications

they finally had enough

by #katyamills 3.5.25

recent Bluesky blasts

 she don’t care to be incognito anymore she got tired of hiding she was doing it reflexively out of some codependent bs she got trapped in as a kid

they took to writing and drawing … feeling unseen and unwanted by all but the fish in the bowl … staring at them with fearless eyes … swimming in place on the other side of the glass

all the money money money money money money made 4 sadness avarice madness without it we were forced 2 make more

dreamy staring at the xray contours of a root canal while the novocaine sets in

I think I can afford a milk tea with the tax refund I just wrangled

no one ever accused me of being normal

every day waking up you have the chance to start your life over

You can protest in your own way. There are endless ways you can disobey. It’s okay. Express yourself.

Do not let your thoughts of the past or future destroy you

by #katyamills 3.5.25

Tuesday, 4 March 2025

3.4.25

 the penumbra of memory ... shine the light there ... you were caring for something living ... a little furry animal ... your first ... and it was all you wanted to do ... how caring turned you on

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