May 2023 Los Angeles is a poem. Each neighborhood a new stanza. Every person a walking metaphor. A poem doesn’t have to have a plot…
Keeping bad blood is like continuously picking a scab. So, I heal our wounds with words. My mouth Neosporin and a Band-Aid. Why is there…
One car, red car, black car, new car, A sea of light blue Priuses. During month one I couldn’t eat, month two I avoided your…
I took my Vitamin B every morning. But my teeth chattering anemia was relentless. You told me “Cold is a mentality,” but my teeth continued…
this is an ode to a city, my city on the west coast. my dear los angeles, my feelings for you are ambivalent. yet i…
i check the playlist you made for me every single day. hoping that a new song is added that i listen to on repeat trying…