Katrina Kaye
My body reacts to your touch
the way dry caked soil
responds to rain.
Sucking in,
letting you surround me.
Absorbing you
into my cracks to savor.
I am too old for
blood to taint cheeks,
but heat blisters,
an unexpected wave
spreading through entire body.
Beginning with a tickle of facial hair
and moist firm lips,
all senses surrender.
I look at your smile
and wonder how I taste.
“Kiss” is previously published in The Fall of a Sparrow (2014).
Katrina Kaye
All the men
at the factory
bought her dinner
to congratulate
a job well done.
When she got home,
she promptly threw
it up and dressed
in the clothes he
left behind,
drinking mouthwash
like poison
and listening to the
heater drip. They will
never know all she
sacrificed for their
success.
“Success” is previously published in Rabbits for Luck (2016).
Katrina Kaye
My body is tight in
the stillness of dawn.
I long to touch toes,
to have purpose in my reach.
I can feel your imprint
in the bed beside me,
and I know it is probably
the craze of mourning but
I swear I heard you in the
next room.
I do not open my eyes.
I refuse to look for you
and allow the knowledge of
your absence.
I prefer this gentle
hallucination. The shift
of muscles in
early morning to bind me
inside the comfort of yesterday.
“Imprint” is previously published in Saturday’s Sirens (2020).
Chasing Rabbits 
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