3.26.25

somewhere 

in the second year 

of writing it 

the book becomes my all 

insatiable 

I forego companionship 

food 

sunlight 

music 

but not coffee 

2 finish

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3.25.25

desire 

never did me no good 

until it was 

what I wanted 

for you

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cell division

 they used to take her apart 

with a single criticism

it takes a very many years

to know yourself indivisible

even mitosis has no effect 

on her. she laughs and shrugs

them off 

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radio.active

we dyed our hair
radioactive we
refused the onset of spring
stayed underground
we smoked and drank
wiped dopamine trails
from our eyes


we held hands


not everyone copes
the same we
are in this
together

#katyamills

3.20.25

An endless cup of coffee took me from the pages out into the streets I could no longer be still and stumbled into the eyes of an alley cat who froze electrified then jumped ten times its height on to a ledge. disappeared. my back fell to the wall and I felt a good story in my veins taking the concrete and casting it in a sempiternal shine.  #katyamills

clock radio

the lullaby

was a mixture of clock radio

distant uproarious laughter

and piano chords

down the case of stairs where partying

had no end

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3.14.25

tell me

if my work feels

myopic

i will do the turn

philanthropic

like Kafka

strike and drop a sulfur head

and watch

the fire in my eyes

reflecting

all my shite

burn

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