Break up Poem

Katrina Kaye

legs
bare
brown
smooth
to touch
can’t help
but watch
as they
walk away

ridiculous
the way
your lips taste

too much
gratitude
to be bitter

I gather
strength upon
back bone
desperate
to get the
tune right
to lure
you
to me

but the
smell of
your air
is rotten
is familiar
is perhaps
the same as
my own

don’t leave
this town
not yet
chance is still
hanging on
your words
unlocked
headlights
in the rain

I will try
to love you
better

“Break up Poem” is previously published in Saturday’s Sirens (2022).

Last Day

Katrina Kaye

The clay we are molded
in will not harden. We
are not meant to last.

Even as we lay in post
coital glory, the tremble
still in my legs, the sweat
clinging to our bodies,
even now, we know
this is the end.

A moment shared, in all
its precious give and take,
touch and toss, comfort and
cross, is just a temporary
slip of the sun across sky.

Hold my body to yours, let
the sweat dry and consciousness
return to our extremities
let the sun fall on our last
day of summer. My dearest friend.

“Last Day” is previously published in Saturday’s Sirens (2020).

Katrina Kaye

at times
so desperate for

meaning

we look for it
in every facet from
cloud formations
to green traffic lights

are we not
so eager for

direction

we read every passing
mile marker aloud
yet we are no longer
taught cartography
nor the reason for the craft

we have learned patience
but never told
what we are waiting for

we are told
to hold our breath
but never the reason
for ceasing to inhale

in the clouds
I see everything from
dragons to seashells
to angry faces in mid scream

some nights I drive
watching the countdown
of miles as I get closer
and closer to an unknown

destination

I hold my breath and watch
the clock to see how
much patience I have
and I question

are we not
all questioning

purpose

without any faith of finding
true answers

“Are we not” is previously published in Verse Virtal (2023).