Katrina Kaye
I had a poem
on my tongue
when I closed
my eyes.
It was stolen
by sleep.
A tiny collapse
of dreams
and empires,
only grand
because of its
destruction.
“Collapse” is previously published in Rabbit for Luck (2016).
Poetry
Pieces
Katrina Kaye
We forgot
how to touch.
Our bodies go
through the motion,
the repetition.
The pulse
and flex;
it is
too much.
It is
not enough.
You sleep
beside me,
only a
whisper away,
yet I can’t
remember
what your hands
feel like
on my body.
I like to
tell myself,
it is easy to
fall back into
place.
But these
pieces have
turned jagged,
misshaped,
rough to touch.
On nights
like this,
I prefer to
sleep alone.
Poetry Prompt: Animal Guides
This morning I saw a coyote and two roadrunners on my morning run, and since I am not one to deny fate, it seemed like a good spark for writing.
For today’s prompt: What animals are appearing to you today? What might they symbolize? What message might they carry? Why do you think they appeared to you? Try to look beyond the animals you see daily (pets, ants, etc), and see what unexpected creature may appear.
Chasing Rabbits 
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