Good Day, L.A.
The woman to my left upends her third
cup of coffee, sparks the fourth link
in her chain of cigarettes
Secondhand pleasures to me now–
All I inhale, the toxic trails of passing tailpipes
Sip and stare into my opaque oracle gone clear,
my morning Salvadorian mud
now Japanese green, doctor’s orders
Los Angeles,
What of the lake or the leaves
the autumnal [...]