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WEEK 1: APRIL 2019

4/4/2019

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Haiku for Healing By: Katie Sachs

Boiled bones soak up
Surrendered water silence
​Remembering rain 



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WEEK 4: MARCH 2019

3/26/2019

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REGRESSION
By Katie Sachs

Outside of the womb
My brain conspires
to expire a tantrum
Begun by thieves
In a field of asprin



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WEEK 3: March 2019

3/21/2019

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Slow Down, Slow Down.  (A SONG IN PROGRESS) By Katie Sachs 

VERSE 1:
Lately, I have seen 
Birthmarks that frown 
Sleep with a cat
Eat in the bath

Soil looking for
It's moral ground
Can i flow with it?
Can I grow in it?

​CHORUS:
Thrown out to sea
No one finds you
Could it be me
Shipping you around?

Late in the day
Right behind you
Read words that say:
Slow down, slow down.

​VERSE 2:
Be symmetrical
Stay with the crowd
Don't look at that
Don't eat your hat

Every follicle wants to grow out
Every split end
Just wants to have friends



BRIDGE:

If I capsize 
It's just 'cause I'm lopsided
Everything I want is a pawn shop sacrifice

Oh fellow sailer
Lapping in half-sunk boat
Find me in seas

Breathe our stars with closed eyes  


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WEEK 2: March 2019

3/13/2019

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PILGRIM By Katie Sachs

My joints pop
As I hop
Out of the boat dock
Tie it up and then,

Locked out
I find a pin and shimmy it
Into your plum pit -
A socket 
Where the truth unravels
And the grease hardens

So far
I am dumbfounded
And overwhelmed
By the reality of you
How striking your face looks
When you take off your glasses

When Earth gets in my eyes, 
I hide
Under a mountain
And turn into a pilgrim
For soft dirt

And voluptuous vibrations



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WEEK 1: March 2019

3/5/2019

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Skillful Skin By Katie Sachs

This afternoon
I am not working
Instead 
I am willing 
Winding wisdom

What is this?
I remember a time when snakes coiled
Around ankles still warm
How many more miles
Until we are:
Known?
Escaped?
Completely incapsulated?

This processing feels like skin
Sloughed off in endless onions.
And tears.
I wonder
Do pythons perceive a pain
(Or grief)
For every layer left
Like a forgotten plastic bag
Made romantic in the 90's
By a prince predator?

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WEEK 4: February 2019

2/26/2019

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Relative
We can always assemble
An army of spoons
So that we never loose access
To the thicker red liquids.  

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WEEK 3: February 2019

2/21/2019

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Bored Bodega Blogger By Katie Sachs

Graze my bones
With a fine tooth comb
Teasing out the tresses
And the messes of my womb

I am sitting up in bed
Watching my cat climb up the dresser
And hoping the she never 
Decides to run away
Forever

Behind a curtain, 
I peak out at things that aren't meant for me
But,
Before I can take another sip of tea
My cat gets clawed in the cave of memories
And a blotchy bodega eradicates my hunger

Rehearsals are meaningless if you're playing it all 
By ear
A waxy sonogram 
Shows me
Just how far along I've grown
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WEEK 2: February 2019

2/12/2019

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INHALE
BY KATIE SACHS (song in progress...)


During times like these I take a walk 
Around the corners of my mind
Cause my legs are broke and voice is thin
And I know, I'm running out of time

The doctors say I must endure
A pain from my dissolving spine
But it's you my dear that hurts the worst
It's you, who makes it all just fine 

Baby you just take my breath away
The minute you walk into the room
But if you should turn and go away
I never want another inhale
With another girl

The feeding tube delivers food
The respirator gets me high
The heart beats well all on it's own
Because I know that you are mine

Baby you just take my breath away
The minute you walk into the room
But if should turn and go away
I never want another inhale
With another girl


Inspired by the story beginning aroun 5:04

A Valentines Day Love Poem

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Week 1: February 2019

2/7/2019

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Maraca Massacre. By Katie Sachs

When I look at the middle of my maraca,
My imagination legitimizes this:

A middle-aged moniker
Of someone stuffy - like an Eloise
Or a Herald -
Running across a field
And frantically felling
All of the feelings
They had been keeping in cages
For the entirety of their dusty existence.

Their ribs get ripped out of their racist rhomboids
Their bones become fashioned
Into classy clavichords.
​
In the future. Sometime, undisclosed. 
New age aliens will discover them - 
After the humans have long been gone - 
And in the steamy sludge of the
Apocalyptic stench
They will play
The hottest Jazz
You ever fucking heard. 
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Week 5: January 2019

1/29/2019

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OVALS
By: Katie Sachs

When a shape is a letter
And the words run cold
Getting caught
Between teeth
Beneath the elephant's snout

When you're out
I will give you 
A purple tongue for your money
A busty sun
Rises
And the morning breathes in
Unzipping the polyester pocket
Worn holey
In the track suit of doubt

I carefully care for you
Unsure of the place
Where my belief in you lies
But certain of shapes
That are home to a plate

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