Jun 15, 2011 02:04
i went for a run
wearing white sneakers trimmed with blue
the sky was gray
fog clung, hovered
and when the wind blew you could see it was translucent
like glass smudged by smoke
the night before
out in LA a pretty girl
who wasn’t a girl
but didn’t need to be
because she was already beautiful
went by the name Marlena Sofia
and made us milkshakes using nothing but vodka and cherry Garcia ice cream
on the California coast
where the sea ripples and comes in every color from
gray to cerulean blue
la vida,
la poesía