maybe seven years old
whenever i got something super important to say
i shout it out
they all stop talking at once
stare at me bewildered like i’m some wire
disconnected
the youngest
i must get creative
pushing wedges into my mouth
until my face stretches out
from the sour acid
eliciting
full throttle family
laughter
twenty years on
chasing powder coke
with china white
down on my luck
far far away
eliciting
full throttle family
despair
then counseling
then rehab
someone actually cares to know
what i’ve been through and how
i really feel?
not so much the ones getting paid
i mean the misfits like me
overnight
breaking into the locked shed
where they store the only drug
in a ten mile radius
coffee
in rural america
one straggly cowpoke day
one week sober they give me back my phone
there’s a message that my friend Alec Ramsdell
he overdosed
and died
they show me so much compassion
i cannot take it and i break down
and cry and cannot stop
like a freezer
when the power’s
cut
i was ice cold numb for years
i feel lucky to be alive
maybe this life is not completely fucked
after all?
you can grow up now
you can love the hell out of your
starved seven year old
self
not unwanted anymore
the black sheep
the lemon
i follow it up with the triumphant
quintessential
laughing myself breathless
under the table
routine
BIO
Katya Mills is an American nonbinary trans writer of German and Huguenot descent. They have a literature degree from Northwestern University and have published several titles as an Independent. Katya is a licensed psychotherapist in California where they help people envision and re-author the stories of their lives. 2025 publications include: New Words Press, Journal X (Cabrillo College), Meniscus Literary Journal, and LatinosUSA. Their books can be found here: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/7276703.Katya_Mills

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