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I Live in the City of Los Angeles
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46 I Live in the City of Los Angeles I live in the city of Los Angeles where kids slide down squat green hills and women wind up Westerly Terrace balancing on their heads plastic baskets full of sheets in dreamy bluewhite piles. We are all from the country still and we are each old in our own way. We are each old from what we have seen. We all have a little slow of handling, a little smudge of coin color, a little urban bruise. We are all each old from the sirens and the guns and the gaudy patter of the news, from the totems of the gangs and the choppers growling up the sky. We bear the climate’s lazy force behind glasses all day like conquistadores snapping their helmets against the sun, 47 against the light that leans hard and borrows all the colors from our clothes, then gives them back to neon and the night. It’s the same light that in the late afternoon stutters when the doors open and ribbons itself out on the rug, stopping for a minute on this side of town, stopping for a minute to say one more thing. ...