Words Like a Burning Building

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For Ash

For all of the years spent scratching against closed bedroom doors, only to be closer to us, or face nestled in my hair bathed in the dim glow cast by the TV. On this kitchen floor, How fitting it is that I am the one resting at your feet, hoping to provide some comfort. How much I wish to follow you past that final door, to disrupt your sleep.

.Kath Kuhn

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Like most things,

sex is somehow both less

and more sacred

than they made it seem

when you were a kid.

Lately, I've been having dreams that

I’m attending my own autopsy

and I can tell

everyone’s waiting for me to laugh.

It is very important that I

get the timing just right.

I have a friend I knew a long time ago

who stays up until morning

texting me about how

they figured out that they’re Jesus.

I think, what an incredible burden to carry.

I think, who am I to say that they’re wrong?

.Kath Kuhn

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My childhood cat is sick.

On the phone,

My mom says that now

She brings her food

To the guest room most days

And sits with her while she eats.

When I see her,

I touch her paw with my finger

and try to think of

All of the little nicknames

That I haven’t called her in years

And say them.

She is the only thing that has

Loved me since I was 11

That had any choice in the matter.

.Kath Kuhn

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August by Kath Kuhn 🔧🔪🌱

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From childhood, I remember less actions, less faces, and more feelings. The way my skin buzzed when the light bore down on the side paneling of the house in a certain way, the smell coming from the factory in the early mornings next to my elementary school, the way it permeated the whole town.

I think about the feeling when my mom picked me up from school; when you hopped in the car or stepped off the bus to see her waiting in the doorway using her hand to shield the sun from her eyes, and, for a second, you felt inexplicably, undeniably like nothing bad in the world could touch you, like it didn’t exist.

Thinking back, I wish I could have given that back to her.

I wish I could give it to everyone I love.

Airport cafe poem

.Kath Kuhn

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One snowy, brutal afternoon, near the end of the trail, we came upon a brown bear, lying on his side in the forest, dusted in a fine coat of snow, where some hunters must have left him after they were done taking pictures and telling their friends.

I imagine his large, soft body, as it had been in life, using his strong hind legs to climb trees, the way his coat must have glistened in midday sun. I thought of him as a cub, curled up with his mother, in the safety of her den.

I thought Wherever he is, (even if it is nowhere), I hope that it feels like that.

.Kath Kuhn

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