Poems from kingkati
To the Grandfather that never existed,
Its Katie… Your eldest granddaughter. Not that you care; evidence provided by nineteen years of no...
“Can I have a drink of that?”
“If you don’t have herpes!” (laughs)
For a moment self-loathing fills me, but only for a moment. It quickly...
To my former Self:
It is hard for me to look back and tell you to change what is now history, for if I did, I would not be me, here and now...
The first thing to go was my hair. That’s the worst part of it, too.
Before you reach acceptance, before you know if this is a war you are...
You stand there, hand raised, blank stare, that ‘I don’t give a damn’ smirk scrawled across your face. Nostrils flare when you realize I...