DEAR LOS ANGELES / ISSUE 2: FALL 2015 / LOS ANGELES POETS / POETRY

“LA” by T Sarmina

I’m a teenager reaching for buttons
kissing through curtains of cumin colored hair
listening to a soundtrack of
washing machines as they
hit the back of
a garage wall,
where we are,
where we tangle in spider webs
and count our legs

my chest parachutes
when I see you
and the threads sewn around
my fist-shaped heart
tighten

I woke up coughing from
a dream
waves trapped in my lungs
waves like your arms
pushing me against a rock
you fill me with salt

The first morning I woke in your arms
I was eighteen years old
growling and wagging my tail
like a dog that’s happy when you
call it a good boy

I’m your LA stray cat,
sucking on your lips
like I’m never fed enough
laying on your chest
to hear your heart
beat like loud engines on
long streets

Poet/a. T Sarmina was born in Lindsay, CA, in a hospital that no longer exists. They write about the circus, roots in drought, and life inside of a boiling belly.

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