Where are you from?
I hear
in the alley
through my open
window
Where are you from?
I hear
frantic Spanish
but damn it,
been in Los Angeles
ten years,
still haven't learned.
Stop resisting!
Shuffling of feet,
screams,
revving engines
Leave her alone!
Fucking pigs
I should
go out there,
stand and be
counted.
I know I should
but—
I look at the
clock—
Oh damn
I have a Zoom
and the
urge to believe
disengagement
is still
a choice.
Let go of my mom!
I click Join
and wonder if the
microphone
will pick her up
and I'll have to say
"sorry for the
noise"
