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  • THIS BOWL

    by KATRINA

    In the back of the cabinet
    all nicotine dripped
    I hold this bowl
    heavy and hollow
    filled with nothing its
    contents dripped out the crack
    in the bottom

    all over the floor which
    is now all wet and slippery

    I stand there and look
    at you with a puzzled look

    seared yet relieved
    let down yet very proud
    the only thing left

    reminding myself of you

    Even though you’re gone
    You are still here

    In the bowl I hold in
    my now burning hands
    you died and your bowl did too

    you are no longer trapped
    inside the dark cabinet

    you are no longer forced
    to be filled
    with stuff you don’t want

    not an extra but now
    treasure
    an antique I will always keep

    worth nothing to anyone

    but me

  • EVERYTHING IN EVERYTHING

    by KATRINA

    I’m a whiteboard that wants to be a hand.
    I’m a wine glass that wants to be measuring tape.
    I’m a bird that wants to be a blade of grass.
    I’m a moth that wants to be a window screen.
    I’m a prison cell that wants to be a jacket.
    I’m an ocean that wants to be a single sock.
    I’m a shotgun shell that wants to be a kiss.
    I’m a bone that wants to be a guitar.
    I’m a tube of lip gloss that wants to be a rock.
    I’m a hate that wants to be a bear.
    I’m a number that wants to be a folder.

    I’m a sea turtle that dreams of crossing the street.

    I’m a box that wants to be a light bulb.
    I’m a tire that wants to be a phone.
    I’m a purple marker that wants to be a notebook.
    I’m a piece of bacon that wants to be Steve.
    I’m a raincloud that wants to be a piece of bread.
    I’m a magnifying glass that wants to be an electric spark.

    I’m everything in everything that wants to be nothing.

  • DECOMPOSITION

    by KATRINA

    There are multiple different ways a
    dead body lays.

    There are multiple different temperatures
    of the day.

    The body molds when it’s hot
    and preserves in the cold.

    The colder it is the longer
    the soul is frozen.

    Frozen, frozen in time.

    Can’t move on, stuck in time.

    Waiting for it to get warm.

    Waiting for permission to move on,
    permission to live forever,
    permission to live forever,
    happily,
    permission to not worry,
    permission to be free
    permission to be free and
    move on from this hell.

    Some may move to a worse
    hell.

    All will move on.

    And after everyone moves
    on then some start over.

    They start
    over in a new place,
    a new place much worse
    than this.

  • QUESTIONS FOR SCIENCE

    by KATRINA

    There have to be answers,
    but there are none.

    There have to be explanations,
    but no one has found one.

    There has to be more,
    but no one can tell.

    What’s out there,
    beyond this world?

    Are there more worlds?

    Are there more people?

    Are we not the only ones?

    Are we behind the rest of the worlds?

    Are we really not advanced?

    Are we not people?

    Are we aliens?

    Are stars really worlds on fire?

    Are we naked, clothed?

    Are we speaking some weird language?

    Are we stupid for wearing shoes?

    Are we crazy for liking music?

    Are we abnormal?

    Are we inhuman?

    Are we dumb for eating food?

    Are we the weak ones?

    Are we vulnerable for trying to learn more?

    Are we in harm’s way because we think too much?

    Are our brains going to kill us?

    Are there creatures out there planning an attack?

    Are our gods alien?

    Are our fingernails meant to grow to be claws?

    Are we supposed to stand up and walk?

    Are we stupid for using technology?

    Are we a threat to other worlds?

    Did I just become a target for thinking about these questions?

  • TIME TRAVELING

    by KATRINA

    Dear Grandma,

    Recently I’ve been missing you. I’ve been thinking of all the memories we shared. I go back. I go back before your death when I was 6. I thought that I would never lose you. I though that I would always hear you yell at me for doing stupid things. I thought that you would always be here and sit me on your lap as you rocked in your chair and sang to me. I never thought that he would take you away from me. I know that you are in a better place of no suffering but I’m still selfish. I didn’t want you to go. I want you here. I’m still selfish. I don’t care if you are sick, just as long as you are here with me. I know that’s cruel but I’m being honest. I miss your warm hugs. I miss your soft lips on my forehead. I miss you telling me everything will be alright. I feel like there is no more hope in the world without you. I feel like you were the only light in this darkness. You left and are now in Heaven while I’m living in this hell. That’s not fair. I want to be with you or you to be with me. I miss you, Grandma. Words cannot even describe the sadness I felt when I was told you had died. You always taught me to be strong, but I’m not sure if I can anymore. I wanna fall on the floor and throw a fit and get what I want. I’m tired. I’m tired. I’m tired of being without you. I tell my mom but all she says is you are here in my heart. I don’t want you there. I want you here with me and honestly I don’t care if you were God’s before mine. You are my Grandma and God can go find someone else to keep him company. My wants right now are above his, and right now I want you here with me. I love and miss you Grandma. ONly you can fill the hole in my heart.