Poems from KateN
At six a.m., the world is fast asleep.
The sky is dark, the air is still and cold.
This grayscale world is safe and quiet and deep.
I feel...
There’s a feeling I know.
It feels like
everything is crumbling around you or like
walls are closing in and there’s no room to breathe or...
Have you named the stars?
Numbered them one by one?
Brushed against the moon
And tangent to the sun?
Have you closed your eyes
And looked...
Is it wrong that I’m still a single integer?
That I think love is the feeling of waking up one winter morning to find the ground sparkling...
“Are there any questions?” Are you serious?
Yeah, I guess you could say I’ve got some questions.
Like this one: Why am I here?
Why are you...