On The Corner Across From Sizzler
I visited home last week. Driving around the dirty city, getting my bearings, loving every smoggy breath that I inhaled, watching the sun actually set itself into the ocean as I sat, stopped. Halted. Sedentary. On the 210. I drove passed home. The exit to my right and I smiled. A big smile with lots of teeth. The mountain I hiked. We said hello. The boy in his apartment. We said nothing. That is how I know my friends. And there was a new kid there, and he was pretty. Handsome. Deep. A secret. An old friend likes him and she is gorgeous. round. Brown. Eyes and lips. Full. I was really home. Irritated with company on vacation, but joyful with company at home. I thought, "what a strange place to be located". Trying to frighten. to scare skunks away that look a lot like me. Naive skunks, the loving ones. But who cares cos I was home. And the sun saw my eyes and new that they were blue and introduced them to an almost good friend. That was a good day. A good human. People notice them without me noticing. I cannot see them. But I could feel them at home. They were blue. More so than the center of the sun. The good human laughs and I laugh and make laugh. Forget. About. The. Long. Ride. Awkward. Frustration. Of. The. New. Kid. Blowing. On. My. Neck. Mouth. Lip. Ring. Kiss. And I was visiting home. Where we went made nothing different cos the smog all smelled the same. Delicious. I was home. And I am going back. Good humans. Good studies. Good good frustration. Home. On the Corner. Across from Sizzler.