Untitled Poem by Katrina Harms

cold and lonely
doesn’t have to be
the way it is

even though we like to be sad

we all feel the same way
but we just can’t connect
-another hunched body-
-another vanishing face-

i laugh there’s a rich girl wearing designer jeans [ripped] a retro vest torn gloves and graymakeup to make it look like she’s been up all night onthestreet writing raw poetry onto trashpaperbags on a streetcorner
(i laugh when she passes the poor man she’s
imitating)

in this city
we don’t need love
just the warmth of a body

those holes in your apartment
where do they lead?
not to some animal’s den
or a cave full of treasure
more likely a trash grotto
polluted

you focus on the rain
but you just can’t see it fall
it clouds your eyes

remember what was said about
worms
and
kings