Katrina Kaye
Night is
a tapestry
hung over
shoulders,
rough wool
against
brown skin.
I feel you,
arms around
my body,
a cradle
of green
and gold.
“Armor” is previously published in Saturday’s Sirens (2020).
New Mexico
Blackbird
Katrina Kaye
we wanted wings
for the fine weather
but it’s much
colder
one hundred feet
in the air
we did not
anticipate the chill
so we flew rapid
trying to chase
body heat
back into our veins
into our hearts
beating blackened wings
through the memory
of awkward shaped clouds
which lack the reprieve
of heaven
“Blackbird” is previously published in To Anyone Who Has Ever Loved a Writer (2014).
Remembers
Katrina Kaye
she says she remembers
and looks toward the floor
it is the easiest way
to respond to these questions
the days
when she could
sit with legs crossed
and grin into another person
without a moment of restraint
or fear of impending judgment
have fogged over like so
much hot breath upon looking glass
it is less painful to cast eyes downward
she knows
if she is silent long enough,
they will stop asking
they will go away
“Remembers” is previously published in To Anyone Who has Ever Loved a Writer (2014).
Chasing Rabbits 
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