Katwalk

Kathryn befriends every cat
On our orange, evening walks
Especially those in street gangs

you came 1,742 miles(ish)

I tell you we have mostly sun here.
That fall and winter and early spring are one thing.
That summers make us all die,
slow and syrupy,
like sticks of butter.

But it only takes a few seconds of words
to out all the bad
about this place.
The rest
is cacti and vegan tacos and bikes
and adorable families. 

It's winding, wild trails
cut sometimes by wandering streams.
Highways that are more like hills.
Hills that are more like trees
piled one on top of the other.

Here you can find all the books
and all the tunes
and all the doors held open
even if you're half a parking lot away.

So get your asses
down here.

Every Time You Step Outside

You are jubilant
back-rolling on the July ground
right outside our door.

Only another passing
dog
can jolt you into standing.

You touch your paws to their
cheeks and something like kiss
their front teeth.

And after,
you sit and watch them go.
Your yawn like a howling
No.
And you give yourself over
to the molten asphalt drive.

Then you notice me marveling you
and it's enough to coax you back
to the half-devoured grass
where you can't help but dive once more.

Only this time you pretend to sleep,
because from this position
you've learned the sun
will unapologetically
eat your eyes.

angular bush

christmas lights

tyler, tx

day 5