Two Weeks in L.A.

Two Weeks in L.A.


You continue to wear black.
Her curtains are lacy, off-white.
We go out her screen door
In bare-feet, we smoke.


Her curtains are lacy, off-white.
Each morning, she chants
In bare-feet, we smoke.
Every yard has a palm tree.


Each morning she chants.
Her cats circle, curl around her.
Every yard has a palm tree
Open as a young hand.


Her cats circle, curl around her.
We have juice and croissants
Soft as a young hand.
She works nights at a bar.


We have juice and croissants.
She is bleaching her hair.
She works nights at a bar
On Ventura, in a strip mall.


She is bleaching her hair
Before the heat grabs us.
On Ventura, in a strip mall
We buy beer, cigarettes.


Before the heat grabs us
You continue to wear black.
We buy beer, cigarettes.
We go out her screen door.




Copyright Kristina Coker Morgan, 1996