Seeking normalcy in
spaces with abrupt turns.
Allow me the length of a hallway.
Wanting words
trapped under tongues.
Sorbet should be had between courses.
Attempts to speed up time
where ticks of seconds count.
Craftsmanship was lost to the digital clock.
Waiting for discomfort to dissipate
and lose its thickness under your skin.
Apply pressure, apply heat.
Practice patience.
Signed,
Lara
I bow
graceless
I have no name
nameless I am
faceless I have
no face to wash
only hands
without patience,
I am
not
patient I am not patient I am not.
They say-
Do not
walk in
the fillet
of this city,
atrocity,
possibly.
I say-
Do not
cut the
cow if you
can’t stomach blood
in floods.
Your luck has kept your teeth white,
you could’ve been born
another;
no mother.
Gentrified
worn hyde
hope dried.
He lets out a string of
jumbled words
and sounds and
coughs and
hums,
silence never comes
to the Tenderloin.
White paper
crunching
like crackling skin
on a
white pig,
hanging belly
swollen
like bloated flesh
on fall’s last
hanging pear,
damp air
saccharine
like rosewater
beaded on
damp lips.
Search until
you find this.
Search until
you find this.
Signed,
Lara
Signed, Lara 